The Loud Ones

There’s no distance
for us to go by,
blazing in the silent heat
as it clusters
in circles around us.
Can we each
just trade our names?
Like giving the
real things away
when those asking
don’t look you in the eye
or shake reflexes
for when the screamers
all come
to the same room.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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