Transparent Words - Poetry

 
Harangue
 
By Catherine Daly

 

My queries reach the rattling electric fan.
I speak through its blades. They shred my words.
You are in another room.
You yell when you want me to do something.
Noise, running water, TV:
your voice sounds like dialog.
What do you want over there?
Get it. Come here and tell me. Listen.

 

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