Tone deaf & colorblind
The black and white keys
Puzzle me
I treat it like a typewriter
No words or sounds
But, hands
Think through my fingers, or with
Stay in g in my spine
Walking to my eyes
I finally look at my stalkers
My posture straightens & I'm taller than I, remember
Ing how to look forward in a body pulled taut
& I shout louder than I recall my chin had space for, no one
Holds my tongue, but my voice singing until
The birds are the ones talking
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 5:09 AM UTC
Tone deaf & colorblind
The black and white keys
Puzzle me
I treat it like a typewriter
No words or sounds
But, hands
Think through my fingers, or with
Stay in g in my spine
Walking to my eyes
I finally look at my stalkers
My posture straightens & I'm taller than I, remember
Ing how to look forward in a body pulled taut
& I shout louder than I recall my chin had space for, no one
Holds my tongue, but my voice singing until
The birds are the ones talking
