The difference between speaking and talking

We deal in rare, unhealthy things
bringing actions into daylight,
these broken discourses that exist
only to be heard individually,
lips herding scripted words
gathering the ears of strangers
like children around a campfire.
Our tongues snap in opposition
to other people’s teeth
telling stories in a race
a way to be known only as the one who wins never the one yet to finish
these half grin conversations,
palates hiding pipe bombs,
fuses flossed between our teeth,
gazes grazing each other until nothing’s left,
only a redefined smile
sharpening its teeth against the wind.


Softer Voices

It all comes down to the voice,
that one moment
when the tones come clear,
whispering
the names we go by
and silently keeping
all those secrets
that we only tell ourselves
in our dreams at night.


Towards the end, he began dreaming of self-evident things,

peeling himself clean,

away from the finely sculpted renditions of perfection.

He began chasing the thing he wanted most,

the filth,

the dirt that can only be known,

found

beneath his own broken fingernails

and the filtered opportunities

still caught up in the things

he still had left to do.

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Ring

She only calls me
when no one else is home.
Releasing a sigh
with a request for company,
as if I were the lucky one,
someone who must be
waiting by the phone
for the gifted privilege of her voice
saying the words
she thinks
I’ve been waiting
so long to hear.


Scar

My skin has always been
my weakest organ.
It splits at the first sign of trouble
and leaves only lighter shaded reminders
that at some point
something happened here.


Sick

There’s a man in my building
who’s cough
growls like an outdoor dog.
Nobody likes him
but everybody loves him
and at times like this
it feels like
we’re all just waiting for him to die,
but the neighbors only discuss it with looks
and head tilts
covering up the thoughts they have
in preparation
of what they’re actually
going to say.


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I search for the trust I can get

before finding the trust I can give.

Always hearing secrets

with double meanings

and never taking note

of the confessions at my door.


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