Brain Freeze by Elaine Sorrentino



Brain Freeze

Precise words
exist beyond my reach,
encased in a block of ice
in my mind.

An ice pick, ideal;
but all I possess is a scraper.
By the time I extract the words
the conversation could be over,
my fellow collocutor onward to something new.

So I select alternate words
accessible, watered-down versions
of my stronger, more intentional ones,
opting to appear less intellectual;
the real me, frozen out,
waits for the thaw.



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