My mind is tangled threads
my words are knots that choke your working fingers
I can't hear my thoughts
as you expand yourself from speakers
little box in your throat
reminds me of the time I had mono
swollen throat glands and the boy I was
with wore so much blue
it made me sea-sick

and it's all just a tape recorder rewind
I have heard this all before
before I ever heard this
life was flush with wonder
lush
thunderous
and I did not have to coo
or plead
for silence.