cliche

hm. only time will
tell, i guess,
that age-old adage
working it's way back
into my life,
lke a splinter, this
thorn in my foot (i
would say
side
but how cliche)
this, whatever this
mya be, is
spinning me
without spotting my head,
dizzy,
feels like untouchable
looks like unworkable
tastes like the
untasteable, like
colors on my tongue...
new things.
what have
i done?

k.