by poems & doodles

there are days
i forget the sound of my voice . . ? . !

a cough or clearing of the throat – my throat – sometimes (always) startles me,
unreasonably so.

it comes out shakier than it used to, irregular in a way,
uneven LINES sputtered froM an (almost) empty-WELLed pen
tryINg to fiNIsh That last sentence

before the fuLL stoP of the finAL period.