I'm cowered over the latrine
heart is breaking my ribs with its accelerated knocking
I'm so scared
your message is waiting for a partner
but it's not something of reassurance
or what I need to hear
so I wait to empty myself
before I gather the stability to mask the discomfort
there is no understanding
we're on a disconnected telephone line
someone else is interpreting these messages but neither of us are receiving
I unwine the quilt,
unsewing the tragedies I have left to change the threads on
it gets too much
I've been trying to change the yarn color for my father issues
but the needle slips and the drops of blood push it back another day
you are miniscule
the bug that pests me and ****** my skin
somehow you continue to escape the clasp of my hand
as I wait for your demise,
my quilt stays the same
a consistent tinnitus I can't rid
on another note, we both know the silence would be worse