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Traffic Jam

by Maura Campbell

There's a traffic jam on the tip of my tongue. The pile up is at least a mile long snaking down my gullet clear to my toes. At least it feels that way. Ideas, names, numbers that used to move with ease and clarity from head to voice box to tongue to lips are now a jumbled pile up causing heartburn, anxiety and self doubt. Am I losing my mind? It feels as if I am on a perpetual detour in danger of being late to my own life.

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Maura Campbell, author of Testosterone, usually writes for other people - putting words in the mouths of (and on the page for) assorted public relations and marketing clients.

7 comments:

joe said...

A great story, loved the skewered vie of things. Well done.

Leatherdykeuk said...

I feel exactly like that sometimes.

Catherine said...

I have those days...

Anonymous said...

I love this six! I know exactly what you're saying.
caccy46

lcyeiser said...

Great 6! I think we're around the same age.

Kristen said...

I love your first and last lines. I like the rest, too, but I really, really like the first and last lines.

Madam Z said...

Maura, you may have "a traffic jam on the tip of (your) tongue," but your writing flows like an unimpeded, crystalline stream.