Our words slide off our tongues like marbles on wet floors,
too wet to stop gliding
And we soak up our thoughts like sponges,
wringing out the water we both now taste ~excerpt from poem
"Better Than Grey,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2009
, Article 1.
Available at: https://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2009/iss1/1