i say i like loud places.
but some voices aren’t just loud
they don’t hurt your ears
they hurt your psyche.
they wring out your guts
for the heat and tears to seep out.
they silence all emerging fortitude.

and soon we just stare ahead
or let it pass somehow
and vow
that the rushing
the yelling
the thunderous bellowing
can escape from other lips
but not ours.

we are immovable
and we are patient
yet when is tranquility
as infectious?

so i’ve learned how to wait and be still
but now it’s the sounds inside
the beating
that rushes me
to do something
maybe that something is too much
for my patience to handle
or for you to understand.

send me to a heart doctor.

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