concrete voyeurs

our conversation today

made my walls

regret having ears

powerless to intervene

but

forced to listen

today my walls hear doubt

as I recite

your explanations

through my tears

as though somehow

my repeating them

will make them true

today my walls hear vulnerability

ashamed/defeated sobs

once I heard the door shut

usually reserved

for eight walls in total

the four of my bedroom

and the four of my shower

right now my walls hear fear (because it does have a sound)

it’s my wheezing through

a tightened chest

and the sound of my inhaler

as though somehow

asthma is the reason

I can’t breathe