Megaera 22

John Thomas Allen




misheard

i am a quietly spoken syllable

you heard my name called while

half asleep, and from now on

you read only the few letters that

stretch my skin into a private alphabet,

a hanging hound of your conscious intent

my jaw lined with imaginary vowels.

speaking blurry and unclear 

i put my mouth to deaf ears

ears to mute mouth 

in hopes you'll say my entirety


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