A million words inside my head
will never be known to the world just like
the million words inside you.
All seven billion of us are full
of our own million,
tumbling around our cement truck brains
turning and turning and turning but,
never spilling
out the cement stuck inside. And yet,
here I am asking to know your words. Hoping,
you want my words too. Hoping,
you want my mouth to form the shapes
and my vocal cords to work out the sound waves
so that we can know each other.