Between his teeth afraid of teaming lies a scripted antifiction repressed feeling. A few chewed up words, just ‘I love you’s, swallowed to let another moment pass right by. Acquitted future’s present tense to focus on questions left wordless to bring a momentous mind to rest. Sorting out self-loathing the anxiety of a next-step falter. Staying in a lifeboat shore in sight, ebbing flowing waiting to learn to walk on water.