Can you see me sit so quietly in the corner?
I am screaming
ABOVE
your conversation inside.
I rhyme your names with things
as to remember them when we meet again.
I might open my mouth to speak
but nothing
but a squeak
dribbles
o
v
e
r
my lips.
If only I could cough up that
courage
settled under my skin.
Lets begin, again...

~ann