i only stutter because you
radiate
the broken indecisiveness
that splits my words into uneven parts
and catches on my tongue,
tripping the syllables
so that they fall on the floor
far from rhythmically
and open to judgement and
rejection,
but if you piece the
letters back together,
they'd clearly state
nothing less than
resent
from the retinas of my eyes
to the nail-polish on my toe-nails.

there should be laws against
nervous energy like that.