I look to the ceiling
at the crack in the plaster
and focus really hard
on catching a signal
I probably make a face
but I don’t know.
I’m focusing too hard
on the crack in my ceiling
to think about mirrors
I stare at the crack
until I think of words to think
then I think them
while focusing very hard
on the crack in the plaster
The Words
sound jumbled in my head
I try to say them
out loud
My Voice
frightens me
too loud
speak softly
“Hello?”
What are you expecting?
A response?
“Uhm, yeah… Sorry. Hello
I’m Nora.
You know me… I guess.
We don’t talk
but you made me
maybe
I don’t know
I like to think I know
Not knowing is no fun
specially when people know
that you don’t know.
I wish I didn’t know
that I didn’t know
but that’s the worst kind
but I wouldn’t know.
Anyway.
I’m not completely convinced
that you’re there
They said I should feel
something
I don’t think I’m supposed to feel
stupid
talking to a crack in the ceiling.
I’m sorry to bother you,
God.
I just wanted to say hi
and let you know
that I don’t know
but I want to know.
I don’t know what that means
but They told me that
You
would know
Everything.”