3 words

That’s all we are given.

But like that 150 word restriction,

On the essay from French class,

It wasn’t even half

Of what enough would look like.

3 words

Trampled mercilessly

Many daylight saving ago.

I speak manifestos Into existence

Until my lungs fold

Like origami.

3 words

Can’t even contain

only my description of your hands.

In mine, they make me forget

That Paper cuts and rough things

Exist.

3 words

A threshold because, given consent,

I would never be able to stop talking

Only to stop sleeping.

Because every word I speak, five more

Are added to the encyclopaedia of reasons

3 words

Won’t cover it.