It happens sometimes

that there is no more attention,

no more,

and listening is impossible–

there is just no more listening,

and where the words should land

is full, like a coat rack

with not enough hooks

so you have to pile them

all on the bed.

A big party of inattention.

 

I wait till the guests leave

and walk

till breath and mind

mingle

and I can hear you again

as myself.