This is Just to say

Feeling sick
With aliens in my stomach
I call you
But I don't want to find you
I don't like hurting your feelings
My body is shaking.
I want to see you,
But I don't want you to see me.
And I try to write.
I write endless words in this vicious air,
Surrounded by towels and soap.
I look at the sky trying to find relief.
I breathe,
I take a deep breath...
Speaking is a difficult task.
The mug in my hand spills some tea.
You look at me in amazement,
You wonder what's wrong.
I don't want to hurt your feelings...
I stare at you,
And borrowed words flow aimelessly.
This is just to say...
I don't like your cuisine.