shh.
i am haunted by the idea that
someone, somewhere is trying to tell
us something, but we cannot
hear her.
shh.
shh.
can you hear her? if i wave my arms
and shed my sincerity onto my cheeks
will this city stop for just
one moment?
shh.
i would like to hear the soft
passing of this breeze in my hair
and to tell her that she can stop,
that i understand.
shh.
shh.
listen.
