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,
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.