Swallowed, Buried Truths

I catch difficult questions
in the cracks on my lips
where dust also settles

I wipe them all away
with a flick of my wet tongue.
and I swallow each one.

They return to stomach acids;
breaking down with bits of
old cheese and tangerines

They simmer away into nothing
and I remember not what
it is I’m searching for or
what it is I need to heal…
anything—

And I’m left with only a stomachache;
and a bitter taste in my mouth.