Silence requires that you talk

your quiet, a truckload
of bodies, of ocean— where

do they think we come from?
in vet school, they teach you to

put down— return to silence.
everything evolves into— lulls

itself until pain—
lessness lessens.

lessons skydive out of my mouth
through lesions through faith etcetera.

this quiet, a cargo of grouted shapes
shifting cultivation in my head .

returning, god’s effigy
kisses me; curses and spits

me out of its mouth.
I feel used

filthy and mute—
like a stillborn.

again… what is better
than returning home?

Younglan Talyoung