excerpt from a working poem that sounds like fireworks
you say
you never heard me calling that night
like you had stuffed me in a sea shell
and didn’t believe in oceans until you heard waves crashing
that was never the case
you let me kiss your hand
and pray to your knuckles
when you covered your ears
well I refuse to raise my voice any longer
i’m done starving mockingbirds to sing for you
cut the slack on our metal can tightrope telephones
that always looked like spaghetti string
while i search sound waves for the frequency
of snapping bones and dial tones
so next time I call for you
I know you are listening
