Uncertainty.

mumbling over

my own tongue,

so fat and full.

like grapes

never plucked

from the vine.

my tongue is

alcohol spilling;

time drunk and burdensome.

every word tastes like uncertainty.

like tar black midnight

in the quiet afternoon.

truthfully, i just want to say

i love you and

have that be enough.

ALISON MALEE

happy valentine’s day

scorpionnrl illustrations

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