Sotto Voce

Corked air in my lungs
The thumping of my heart
Nothing leaves.
Nothing ever leaves.

This empty bottle is my body
These unstoppered ears, a curse.
I push for -
Say hush
with my fingers, approach
with my eyes.

No words for my tongue to trip on.
No words for my heart to break on.

On the beach, I alone
hear the muted scattering
of horseshoe crabs in the sand.