Meathead Monologue

dysphasia

we oughta get you talking more
we oughta get you talking more
we oughta get you talking more

i know horribly of the air vented mouths,
spewing hot, hot words into my red ears.
my neck turning warm from being singled out,
my heart wavering from the repetition-
don't you think i know this?
don't you think my brain tells me this every day?
don't you think there is a loud bone in my body, just begging to heard for what i really have to say?
the veins in my body curl and stretch when you say this, i am made into something i am not supposed to be.
of course my mouth is closed for the time being,
of course my eyes are watery for the time being.
of course i am stained an even darker shade of disappointment.
if i knew how to cool down your words,
i would do it myself.
but your warm, warm breath is always in my face,
always repeating to me-

we oughta get you talking more.

r.k.