No Appropriate Title

One.

One word.

One word that will not come

it perches on

the tip of my tongue, caught

upon my larynx as it

dangles.

Cat caught in thread cat's

cradle and it

Sleeps

In my voicebox that damn

old

homeless bum, give her

a quarter for her life story but

she says "Nuh uh,

nope no-how I got my

Pride." And so

that bag lady she

sleeps on my piano-string chatterbox and

won't give me one

Damn

Word.