Talk About It

My uncles’ weren’t talkers
They wrote songs and poetry
They dreamt while awake
They told stories, epic tales
not even the great Poe could retell better

They loved their lives
loving out loud
Being men to honor

I’m not a talker
Mindless chatter
Incessant repeating
High tones, low tones
Wind chimes in screaming

I’m not one for banter
Longer time to think
Shorter time to speak
Can’t keep up
I’m pulling ties
I’m tiring tries

I’m not a talker
I’d rather listen
Organizing thoughts
a power struggle with a two part brain
A struggle with myself
A struggle with everyone

I’m not a talker

Why don’t you come to me?
Why won’t you call ?

I want to
I’ve tried but I can’t

It’s easier said than done
Your thoughts are not disorganized
Your mind is your own

My mind was never my mind.
It just adopted me
as it grew fond of it’s host
Learning to love him
Learning to love this alien part of me

I’m a girl loving in hard times
I’m a girl loving and learning

I’m not a talker
I can’t rein in thoughts at your speed
Pass the coffee
Pass the amphetamines
Then, give me an hour

I’m not a talker
I’m sorry

I’m a writer
You should know this by now