“Marriage Counseling”
My disagreement is cinched and stuck inside my craw
Breaching the space between us
Even though it’s speechless,
Clamped behind the trussing of decorum,
Dropped by the strangled clang of conduct,
Captive in a voiceless box of words.
What isn’t said says everything of course
About the course of us,
That gaping censored space is up to me to cross or not
By tattered twine and rotted wood
Or a feat of engineering
Forced and wedged between the teeth of us.
Let’s run to the jungle where the steam is fine
Along with certain rain and howl,
The tangled vine around my throat will swing
Sending me across the void
A wild cry loosened from my lungs
Could land me next to you.
Starting Close 
I thought this piece was so moving Pamela.
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