"another reason why i write poetry"

secrets ache me up

the ones you tell me
quake my insides
my crumbling chest
as much as
the ones i don't tell you

i'll dig a hole
whisper
my words
into a quiet
Earth
hold my breath
close my eyes
and
brush dust
over the hollow ground

why won't i just
whisper
into your ear?

well...
i wouldn't know
where to begin