7.

I munch on my words as I speak. 

I want to feel every syllable roll around my mouth before I spit them out. 

I need to feel the weight of each word before I spit it out.  

Roll them around my mouth so I can get a taste before you do. 

Sometimes the words are so sweet that I end up swallowing them instead, 

Sliding down my throat like hot honey. 

I can’t help it if I want to keep this sweetness inside of me.  

I think sometimes, though, I chew on the syllables too much, 

The gristle gets stuck between my teeth & I can’t tell the letters from the space in between them. 

I try to pry it out with my tongue, but I am almost always unsuccessful.  

Maybe it’s the words way of not wanting to leave the comfort of my mouth 

Maybe they know that staying where they are is the better option.  

All I know is that I’ve always been one to eat enough, so what does that say about my words?