Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Quiet Poem (After Life)

Quiet Poem (After Life)

The house still rings
with silence.

I talk to myself much more
I repeat the names
of household things
and forget
where I put clothes.
When the wind comes,
it knows sound
better than I do.

When I walk outside,
birds squeal their alarm.

If I relearn a social self
it will be
beyond the bounds
of what talk
is supposed to ease.

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