CoffeeShop Blues: 2015 Traveler's Edition - Page 63

Jeremy Frost Voices Heard She named our cars and coats our Christmas trees. Bundled in Ivan - listening for whispering pines. She knew the call of birds the song of sea the saltiness of earth and sky. She felt weight which pressed upon her mind squeezing out voices and thoughts. The doctor gave her magic pills to quiet her dreams. A jacket to hold her secured. Unable to stretch and touch, her fingers cold - her nails grew hard. And when unbound – unwound a desperate need to pick the uncoiling. To let loose the thoughts. I never told her I hear the voice of dogs. 63