Nick Turner – College of Arts & Sciences
Remember when I couldn’t utter words?
Each thought crawled inside as I st-st-stutter words.
Every mistake a glaring reflection.
Hold me tight and soothe me with mother’s words.
We are ephemeral, deciduous.
Flash a moment, you won’t find bolder words.
Another day, and another day and…
When lines repeat they lose and clutter words.
When we lie twisted in bed we lie.
Is there a point to sweetly mutter words?
Isn’t this tense here glib and in-tense dear?
Spare pins bowl another match for gutter words.
Spare me your nostalgia Nick, shut up, and
Remember when I couldn’t utter words.