poems #2

i don’t know what i want to hear any more than i know what
you do

I can’t shut up
I keep talking and talking and talking
until I forget what I’m talking about

i’m the
loudest one
here

I can’t imagine why you’re still here but
you keep listening and listening and listening
i say the wrong thing first
i say the better thing second
you must have forgotten that i’ve forgotten already

i say the
wrong thing
last and

now it doesn’t matter that
i’m the
loudest one
here
because i am also

the quietest

maybe i am to keep talking and talking and talking
and then perhaps i can
forget
why i’m so lonely tonight