By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: May 22, 2003

I am dying inside
He wanted to say
And it’s so easy to write about
Angst
She said
And I don’t understand
Why anyone would be so foolish
Neither do I he said
And they both were having
Trouble reading
This sort-of poem
Was broken dialogue
Like
Broken other things that if you don’t know I’m not going to tell you
That (which is like love) also fails to
Make any sense
But
You think that perhaps
If you play the piano
Long enough
Pound the keys
Hard
(until the fingers bleed a bit)
that notes will remain
fluent in the air
and never die

you think if
I pound this
Hard enough
it will stay
with me
invade my silence
destroy
and make me whole again
with its long pause

where are you going?
I’m the one who
Promised to leave

“Why?
What do I have to do
With your
Health”

I am siloquy