Spit
6th February 2009I had something to say, there was something I needed to say. What was it? There’s something wrong with me, I know. I know there’s something wrong with me. Not just anything, I know. I know there’s something really wrong with me I had something to say. What was it? There was something I really wanted to say, something I’ve been trying to say for a long time I’ve been wanting to say something. Something something is wrong with me. Can’t quite put your finger on the trigger and pull. Can’t quite put your finger on what’s wrong with me and pull my hair can’t. Can’t quite say what I wanted to say. What was it?
6th February 2009 at 2:58 pm
I am so feeling like this today. Mentally constipated. And when that happens, I know it’s time for a colon cleanse.
6th February 2009 at 3:24 pm
When that happens (and sometimes when it doesn’t) I say the words around the words to see if the ones I was looking for out fall out or surface by accident.
(And then I usually follow them up with ‘Christ, that was abstract, wasn’t it?’)
6th February 2009 at 4:30 pm
Christ I can so relate to this lovely little piece. It reminded me immediately of Beckett’s final work, the poem, ‘What is the Word?’ Don’t quite get the title unless your narrator is spitting these words out but I don’t hear the piece that way at all. I can see an increase in frustration but no venom.
6th February 2009 at 5:12 pm
Yes.
6th February 2009 at 6:00 pm
This always feels to me like the “did I leave the oven on?” syndrome with earth-shattering repercussions. It also feels a bit like vomit in the back of my throat bitterly gagging me every time I open my mouth to breathe. I’ve had to learn to breathe through my nose.
6th February 2009 at 6:59 pm
Tracy: I think in my case it’s time for a whole life cleanse.
Roberta: I’m kind of glad that happens to you, too, because I’m sooo into your writing. Wait. That sounds all wrong.
Jim: You’re right, I didn’t give much thought to the title. I’m glad you hear the frustration and not venom, that’s more or less what I intended.
AUW: You were saying?
Asia: Yes, you get me. I feel it like a knot in my stomach, at my core, a tightness. When it does well up to my throat, you know it’s bad. I feel you.
8th February 2009 at 3:14 am
Sorry?
9th February 2009 at 7:38 pm
This sums up the whole of my current existence… :/
You my dear have always got something to say though, even if sometimes you don’t know what it is :)