Your dilemma today? How to go quietly.
You’ve lived out loud for so long
people think of you as embedded
in a permanent echo of yourself.
The air is calling your name.
You can’t escape it. You are
honored as much as you feel
cursed and invisible — the others
don’t know who you are
other than what they’ve heard
on the wind. You know you are
at once better and worse;
more real, less solid. More
thick, less angelic. How are you possibly
going to get away from yourself
long enough to become silent and more real?