6 hours ago
I should smile more
First I hated silence
as I found my own voice
soft and easy
on the ears of those who called me
common and grotesque—
I knew no deformity
except that like them, I was hungry
after every scrap of love
that falls down
off the truck.
Then I hated speech
because my words were useless
salted water
running from a stranger's face
who knew just what I was—
the ocean understands
even when I'm thirsty, raving
in the folds of blue immensity
I can't contain
forever.
Now I am alone, people
surround me
holding crooked hands
up to their eyes
as if they might see something
like the sun!
First I hated silence
as I found my own voice
soft and easy
on the ears of those who called me
common and grotesque—
I knew no deformity
except that like them, I was hungry
after every scrap of love
that falls down
off the truck.
Then I hated speech
because my words were useless
salted water
running from a stranger's face
who knew just what I was—
the ocean understands
even when I'm thirsty, raving
in the folds of blue immensity
I can't contain
forever.
Now I am alone, people
surround me
holding crooked hands
up to their eyes
as if they might see something
like the sun!