fork those moments

cursing under angry strangling breath
forcing foreign words out through slits in your teeth
no time to think, actions faster than thoughts
actions speedier than time
yet the whole world slows down
to timidly absorb you, chewing their nails in fear
they're shocked by this difference in the natural order of things
and notice everything
your body quakes with the overwhelming attention and sickness sidles up to your tight chest
later there's your damning doubt, regret
as sensibility slips back on like a shamefully silky glove
now that everyone has seen this side of you
do things change? does it matter?
fork fork fork you mutter to yourself.
and when your eyelashes fall gently onto your cheek all you can whimper is fork that. fork it out.
then in one final triumph you let the wild wind take hold of you and you scream out everything.
and its not to be worried about again.