People want to talk.
It’s striking how much
People want to talk.
You can feel their urge
To express themselves,
To share anecdotes.
You feel it yourself.
It constricts your ribs.
It commandeers thoughts,
And, as people talk,
You start to forget
Their fragility
As meager creatures
No larger than deer
Who live a few years
And how much it costs
Such creatures to be
The creatures who talk.
You only know you
Want so much to talk.
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