at times i just don’t want to speak.
i let loose growls and squawks and garbles
all full of stealth and animal ferocity.
at times i just don’t want to speak to you.
i hide behind “mm”s and “uh”s and “oh”s
hoping you might take the hint that my skin bristles when you touch because
i don’t have the heart to tell you to leave me alone like i might have if i were younger,
and still capable of hate.
