Voice File

And they read this.

Muffled voice,

extended

final phonemes

rolling

so

slowly

Plossive stops,

Built in the city.

My poems:

Clicks and fricatives

that bleed

Each pop pauses with each place

Of articulation

With sounds sputtering sentient

Pick Pop Lick Ipicac

stop

I do not want to hear your

Rolling vermilion violence

so

soft

And please,

only

stop

It’s been too long

Since I’ve had your hand

down my pants.