less-talk
is my greatest fear,
is already too near,
is already too here,
is the death of me, dear.
less-talk
means less fighting,
means less spiting,
means less delighting,
means more writing.
less-talk
makes me cry,
makes me hide,
makes me die,
makes me fine.
less-talk
awakens me,
helps me see,
ruins “we”,
says I’m free.
tonight i swear
less-talk is my nightmare
but tomorrow, it’s fair
to think of less-talk as a norm.