Say It Again

She said I said
I loved her
and I think, did I?
Did I really do all that?

I said, you can't say the same thing twice
and she said, what?!
You can't say the same thing twice –
She cocks her head.

It's like trying to throw a fish you've already killed
back into the stream.
Her head's a trigger-happy marine
by this stage in the conversation.

I tell her there's a mean gravity to feeling
when you do it out loud.
It's never the same whale that comes floundering
out of your mouth;

It goes on before you –
you're always chasing after it,
breaking your tongue
because there’s too much tension on the line.

I repeat myself only
when I wake up
at 4am
and the room is empty

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