08.23.21

Words

Spurt out like pebbles from a child’s shaking hand

Crackling against the riverbed

The echo of them

Heels on marble

Drowning out all thoughts

Drops of perspiration pool at my temples

Tell me

What is the sound of connection?

Not this tick tick pattern

Of an unmoving tongue

Bound by

The loudness

The waiting ears of others

The vibrating weight of expectation

Respect

Comes only to those whose speech

Isn’t anchored by the thrombing

Pulse of vocalization.

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