If I don’t talk much when we meet

I’m busy hearing things

That you’re not saying

There may be poetry talking to me

In my head

There may be things better off unsaid

But they are the better things to think about

Please don’t shout

It’s not that I am deaf

But rather whisper

Something only meant for me to hear

My ear will decide

If it’s right or not to carry the gossip to my mind

To interrupt the ideal conversation 

Of poetry going on

Between my feckless heart

And my uber-accountable brain

-jenn