Saturday, November 06, 2004

POEM - Noise


when i do talk, it is strained
like someone surrounding
my face in bubble-wrap;
i exist in a
soundless,
lightless
confessional,
deprived of all the grace that i need.

but still i hold back
like a pregnant rain cloud
that drags its belly across
mountaintops
waiting
to
make
her
noise.


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