22nd August 2015
Why do you feel lonely? He'd asked.
Because the language I discovered
Had nothing to do with the tongues that each had taught others
Mount Babel didn't host my sounds.
It's not my fault.
It was in the stars, when I'd emerged
And all the blues had collided into one word.
I'm alone when I try too hard to fit in.
When big sounds are washing all the little nuances of me
Right out of me.
Forcing
My colors to drain,
And seep into porous
Clay pots and crawl into hidden tales.
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