Ears are closed shut
    shutters drawn no
    sound comes through to glance
    upon the floor.
She speaks 
     every detail tangled in nets 
     upon nets of 
     sentences
dumping themselves on patient ears
though patient mouth is silenced.

When the lips can come through the 
     wriggling words
    The voice can not 
    penetrate the closed windows
    glancing off 
    and falling into the sea.

The receiver slammed down
    a slap across the face
    miles away...
    she keeps talking.