The Back of My Mind (Poetry)

Having said what I have meant to said

Having said what I have meant to said

I cannot see a way to unhave said it.

It shimmers in an iridescent maze above my head.

It reeks off me, an unwashable stink,

that dainty stink of boldness bar

minisculousity,

infinitesimalism,

and the meaninglessness of

I have meant to said love.

Having said what I have meant to said

with my eyes, my feet, my fingers,

and all parts of my mouth save the vocal cords,

I cannot hear, not with hair or hips,

those unweighty words that left my lips

as if I’d never have meant to said at all

those weightless words you heard

so small.