I kept thinking of words without vowels once
when I was home all alone and sick to calm my nerves:
fry dry, try, and why, counted one hundred odd
numbers backwards until memories of nameless
faces whom I've been with so many times
yet still failed to recognize filled my mind.
For a moment I swore I felt force fields
surround me, the kind that makes people stay
away, while a lot happens in our heads
without speaking. And that soar, heavy
feeling in our throat after others have left.