Scolding the world in public
eases the dark congealing
in your shapely, old-fashioned skull.
The coffee shop hums. Urns deplete
as snow whirls in the doorway.
Baked goods hunker on display.
You speak loudly to allow
the woolen opposition to hide
behind phrases heard on TV.
Yet no one shouts or even speaks.
You’ve engendered a silence
too dense for the digital world
to violate. Your mouth turns down
like a crescent moon warning
of far worse weather to come.
(first published in Breathe)
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