Plastic Bag Mouth

Where have all of the words gone?
I’m stuck stuttering on air
my lips choke on tongue and teeth;

a plastic bag suctioning
in the abyssal ocean,
silence presses my palate;

larynx, pharynx, trachea:
nothing moves in the glottis
but thin polyethylene.

breathe out slow-
ly
there
is time.

I am
lucky, I have no complaints.

Real life is quiet and still.