Making Sense

Tongue-tripped,
I lay on the floor –
eyes fixated on
textured ceiling patterns.
Somehow they make sense…
more sense than the words
tumbling from your mouth
and colliding with my ears.

Day Two of National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

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