Can I talk to you?
So bright and so loud
So many things that call your attention
Not here, with my back to an open door
Vulnerable and exposed
Let’s go somewhere private
Where I can close my eyes and breathe deep
And to your listening ears
Softly speak words of truth
Not these stammered, distracted half-truths
These words that detail but do not describe
That identify but do not name
I can feel the true words in my throat
Their power in my chest
But they would shrivel
In this room.
Your patient expression
The way you wait for me to calm down
To move past my foolishness
Your sigh as I hesitate
The drift of your eyes while I gather myself
They push the true words down
Back into me
I can say something empty instead
Something that will please you
Keep you from looking
And inside I will feel the words of power dry out
Like a once-shiny apple you refused to eat.
Or we could go.
Let’s go somewhere.
Can we talk?