Poem of the Week |26| Listen
Listen
When was the last time I threw
my self into these words of yours,
allowed my mouth rehearse
and feel essential.
My american accent persists
although I try not to use their phrases
but oh my God what I’d give
to have a voice that sounds important.
Yesterday when we finally spoke
you asked for my advice;
my head filled with daisies
and my eyes were blurred space.
