Everything I say is hollow,
brittle bones break.
Let’s all shuffle our feet so we can hear some humanity.
I once heard the lines, “He’s stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.”*
If I knew how to talk I would,
but that’s a whole lot of unlearning—
we are ill-equipped communicators.
I’d swear I was born a mute
if the sound of my own voice didn’t frighten me.
Let’s start at the beginning:
*Credit to Miranda July, discussing the process of writing her screenplay for The Future