I have a letter about chaos
Sternness sounds like a coffee grinder
grinding so hard it drowns out the words.
Sometimes I get lost in it,
but not the way you get lost in music.
This is why I am wearing four sweaters,
pretending they are blankets and the yelling
is a dream.
This was written for the dVerse Poets prompt Hearth, Home, and Common Speech. The prompt was to write a poem “using the words you might say to a neighbor or friend”. Some of these things are things I have actually said or wrote to people.