Only those willing to go too far will know how far they can go.

Tongue Tied

(after my traumatic brain injury)

Tedious exercises

arranged in a folder

lie on the coffee table –


breathless air passes between

my lips.  I strain

to elevate my tongue


the accuracy of the implosive

connection.  But only an

inconstant fricative form follows.


fumble towards

perfecting the pattern,

dah, dee, du, dau, separate

then as a series.

A sequenced variation of

consonants unfolds

as the combination continues,

this mechanical process


Repetitive sounds

customize and

carefully combine into

precise words: day: die: do: due

–quietly as

my thoughts reminisce

of an empty illusion

not found on the pages resting

before me.



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