Sometimes I lose my words. I forget where I've left them "I must have put them away for safe keeping", I think to myself As I dig, dig, dig Under my skin Burrowing through the layers Rifling through the ventricles. And then I remember. The words weren't in my heart. They were in my gut. They said "don't trust it" And I just smiled, wrapped each syllable like a gift, And buried it under the acid.