Tame this wildness of thought
that threatens to roar its accusation.
Syllabic’s that thread together
and connect to create
justifiably hysterical conclusions.
Oh, we both know I am freaking out
and my tongue twists itself into knots
while my sanity and shame shake their heads.
They know the frequent taste of sneaker.
Later, always later, I realize my wording.
Confounded I blame communication
when I should, quite honestly,
blame my hormonal balance
over my lack of confidence.
You might need this chair
and that whip.