A
moment
plants the seed.
You said something
wrong again. The words
take root between the folds
of your brain, neural pathways
you will walk until they are worn
into your mind, an unpermitted
but inevitable desire path.
And your head has become crowded with them,
thoughts scurry down each one, running circles
‘round your life. These paths are escape
routes for strays, mountain passes
for i...