By Kathy Zimmer on January 9, 2018 @ 1:39am PST |
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White noise is erasing my brain
the frequency of a sedative,
it lulls away any pain
And dulls the rhythm of the city
it soothes away human sound
everything is tan, bland and pretty
There’s a strip mall being built around my heart
I’m toning down my edges,
making palatable my art
I’ve tamed my frizzy hair
it’s unbecoming in your eyes
I’m trying hard to reach you, so I put on this disguise
Is it working?
Can you hear me?
So many ways to communicate
and no one speaks their mind
auto-correct regulates all thought, space and time
Mayday, SOS,
I get a text instead of a hug.
My body longs for touch but I sense that you’re reluctant
So many broken hearts
so many missed connections
I want to tell you I love you
Do you have reception?
