thursday evening stream of consciousness

11.27.2024 (revised 1.12.2024)

this is what I think every time you plunge your lips in a purse and stack

your teeth to throw a “shhh” at me. i think, how do I tell you that my

world is filled with noise, that I am filled with noise, that I want to be

the speakerphone and the bluetooth radio and the air bouncing from

mountain to fog-capped mountain in harmonious chant, the melted

sugar of a mother’s voice and

the hyena’s cackle and the tone commanding

your laugh?

that my organs long to echo, my voice alive at their mercy

I’ve been thinking, what is the sound of a smile?

If your eyes are closed and I’m laying underneath

your breath but I want you to know that I’m smiling then I need you to first hear me

I need you to see that I am never quiet, I’m made

of noise, I hope