perhaps i am a mad woman
for i have the same five thoughts
relentlessly bouncing
around in my head
and all i strive for
is to not look like a liar
i tell the same ten stories
and flinch when my own
details get a little warbled
in frantic halfhearted translation
suddenly im scrambling to
make everything make sense
and then i realized everyone
in the room stopped listening
as soon as they realized
i was merely grasping for straws