Please stop singing.
You don’t even realize it don’t you? n
That your insipid laugh ring like k i
v
e
s
flat and sharp
t r i l l i n g
shouting
forte
forte
forte!
and breaks in infuriating
sta [.] cat [.] to [.]
When you talk it’s worse.
The ground shakes,
The skies darken
at the sound of your voice.
Then you sound off in broken record manner in sudden elegy
I promise
I promise
I promise
And back to your honeyed vivace
of I’s and watered gardens.
I’d rather be swallowed up in silence than be in the surround sound of your noise.
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