Unfinished 1 – A Poem

What I mean to say
is that I don’t disdain you
when I sew my tongue to the roof of my mouth

On the contrary

I envy your voices
striding into crowded rooms,
your eyes meeting other eyes
while I
can only stare into ear shells
waiting for the sound of oceans

I sit astride a 3-foot wall
of weird
watching how the rest of the world