As if it were easy

to enter silence

enough to hear

what’s said:


my thoughts are mine,

static oppressions,

null constants

like x, or y.


What’s replaced

varies with availability:

her laugh, your

glazed eye.


Something’s said

too quiet to hear.

(January 17, 2022)

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