Untitled by Apryl Fox
published in Volume 10, Issue 2 on September 21st, 2003Dearly beloved, these words are not mine,
I am wrapped in a kind of bliss utterly unlike me.
"Dearly beloved," I try to say, over and over again,
my words, oh my words, not wanting to form
correctly in my mouth. They are in my heart,
not my head.
I'm the boy who's stuttered all through high school,
the freckled-faced, gangly boy with stick-straight
legs and thick-goggled glasses, the boy who loved
science and comics and too much sugar. Now here I am
saying "Beloved," as if the cat had caught my tongue,
and I'm trying to get it back.
"Beloved," I whisper one more time,
and the words curve just right.