Wire

Two whispers in the wire Copper veins remembering The insulation sweats Small hands pressed to glass That isn't there My throat holds the name I forgot how to say When blankets started smelling Like responsibility The wire hums against my palm Something wants to grow Something wants to stop growing December air thinner than memory The house breathes I forget to answer Some days the hum Sounds like morning Other days It sounds like permission My inner child Makes knots in my stomach I keep pulling Until they become part of me The wire knows which way I'll lean It's been waiting like patient rust Tonight I press my ear close enough To feel the vibration But not close enough to hear Which whisper is telling the truth

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