I’m always talking.
I talked so much as a child.
Talked to everyone about anything.
In middle school I was shut up like an open window
in the dead of winter.
Shut violently like I wasn’t opened up by someone in
the first place.
By myself, I continued to talk.
But only to myself.
I made myself laugh, think, cry.
Sometimes while sprinkling spices on salmon
I’d say…
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