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ultimately, it's quiet

between us almost
like solitude but
often punctuated by
shouting, but not
the angry shouting
of discord, the
confused,
“who’s on first”
shouting of someone
trying to communicate
with someone who,
mostly, is deaf,
but does not know it,
does not read
lips, and perhaps, at
times the detectable chord
of mounting frustration
as “six” is repeated
“ten?” and “six”
and “six?” and “six”
finally, meaningless
token that it is by
this time, finally
reaches shore.

 

 

– Tuesday L.A. with hannah | April 15, 2003