No words

I stopped writing

Because these words 

Seem to wrap around themselves,

Stuck in a bind

Mouths that speak into their own ears

Pestering like a gnat

You can’t seem to swat away.

I’d much rather experience these words

While listening to others’

Internal dialogue becoming a minor itch

my less dominant hand takes care of

while the other gestures

those movements

that black women do

when they’re helping you emphasize your own

point.