Exclamations erode trust.
You knew that, you exuberant sandwich.

That's what happens when I speak
at a face I recognize
in the mirror.

Plausible excuses
make tirades
out of soul trills.

and reasoning salt.

Statements crib in the sheets,
waiting for their bookie
to take their knees away.

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