she is as brilliant as the moon
makes her entrance
and fills the room
the darkest corner comes to light
like smiles escaping gloom
this spectacle leaves me awestruck
and wrestling with my tongue
over what words apply
cause they all seem right
until my mouth opens
and they come out all wrong
releasing an incoherent blur
with drunken lisp and slur
even if I could explain
none if it would matter
she thinks she’s being clever
conveniently making it
more comfortable for her
by assigning tasks that are impossible
or at best, improbable.
r.matlack 