# Untitled 14 (When)

by ThisIsShe|Mags

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You ask;

When?

And the need I want is deep,
Desperately seeking surface.

When is a word –
Used.

                   Are chills ever fully quenched in the
Selective ghaint heat?

You chatter slow,
Deliberate and hard and –
Yakka:

Stuck-up. Presumptuous. Fickle. Obtuse to the point of naivety. Novelty. Notoriety –
Wonderful.

Some things slipped in throats –
Mind the gap.

Tasting the thick fog of full vision democracy in my exotic;

Often mistinted to glow with different hues.

(User friendly.)

Cannot! – Will not;
Sing notes of letters and numbers I leave on your tongue.

Speak now!

‘Yes. No. Please.

Stop.

Sure. Fine. Why.’

When

Has to be –

‘Then. There.

Once. That.’

When

Has to be –

The past.

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