it makes me incredibly sad

I hoard words like candy treats:
with the sea no one will want a pond
but in the desert a puddle is an oasis.


I become an lumbering elephant
I become a buzzing mosquito
I become festering rotting garbage
I become an dirtmark on the pristine marble sculpture
I become stubby hair growth from baby skin
I become the gaping hole in the lush garden
I become lingering bitterness
I become negative space

I become an ugly truth