Friday, November 17, 2023


Lately, I think 
there are too many ways 
to be open—

too many agreeable sounds 
I can make 

which burst from my 
throat in a flame 
in between us, and 

would seem 
to irradiate 
my plain and cold reticence 

in pulled-tooth 
display of ingratiating 

Privately, I may worry 
about the cost 
of these displays—

worry how many words 
from my finite supply 

I can frack 
from my insides, 
pipe away, and set ablaze 

before my polite, hollow
body collapses—but

how could I possibly 
not agree with 
what you say,

whatever the inward 
price I must pay?