Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
I look at the word
that I have ceased to understand
It is Friday night
And I am done.
I cannot make sense of it
I cannot see clearly
I yearn for sleep
And I wish I was done.
This word haunts me
It’s beauty and letters
The c becomes a t
I am unable to decode
I stumble to say it
My tongue moves wrong
Another word is out
But it’s not the right one.
The bit in the middle
Changes so often
Excuse, struct,
oper, stall
I know this word
I know how to say it
How to use it
How to define it
But it is Friday night
And I am done.