I decide that losing my (awkward) voice might make my messages more clear to others, but no– I need it for myself, to process experience, to soothe myself towards truth.
“Sore Throat”
It hurts to spit and I wonder
Would it matter to lose my voice?
Would people consider more my choice?
Might you all listen to my hands?
Might my ideas finally be heard?
It hurts to sing and I digress.
The humor that would save a soul
Would not be able to play the role
Of daily apple, bubble bath.
No attempts to heal would lie in breath.
(1998)
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