Slippery

I trip
      over
         myself daily
  bump
        into doorways
  stumble
        on the absence
           of an actual anything and
  find random bruises on myself
               from stuff I run into.

I trip
     over
         my words too.
I collide
     into them
        or fall
            through them
                   as they trip
                                  over
                                     each other.

They’re slippery
   and either too big
              or too small
                  for me to hold.

I       reach      for them
     trying to grab
          the letters
                to rearrange them
     so I can smash
          them together
               into sounds.
Instead,
     I lose my balance      reaching
               and smack
                    my face
                        into a wall.