04/15/20 First Person Singular
Silence isn’t hard,
It’s all the decorations around it that trouble me:
a stack of bills that whines for attention;
an afternoon debate between longing and regret;
the shrill buzzing of the noiselessness outside my window before I put on pants;
and the cavalier abandon of the first person singular
inside my head
who won’t respond
to my offerings of friendship,
no matter how emphatically I claim
I have something new
to tell him
again