stand around
now
in front of
you in the dumb
way I do when
lost for words
check my wallet
fumble around my
jeans, search in
each pocket looking
for the secret
lift under the
cushion of the
sofa, pull curtains,
open windows, rub
oily hand across varnished
pane
but still the
words
escape me
now I stand
nearly silent in front of
you in
the dumb
way I do