Lip Service

When words lilt in their sagging,

Walking on the shoulder of a midsummer

Mind, winding down, winding down.

Parsed and parched their brittle

Out of season slouch,

My lips are pursed, tight

As a knot, why not.

Chapped chattering

Hurts.

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