there are walls here
in between the walls,
surfaces of silence
deflecting silence
tangled wire has no
room to unravel so it
spools larger & presses
us down into furniture
it's all a mess & we
pick up our feet wordlessly
without so much as
existing
dance close to all these
edges to escape the telling,
that this civility has become
exhausting
I have every right &
none at all to feel
any of this