April Fox

My brain has gone
stagnant,
stale from too many years of staying
quiet 
in the interest of not saying
The Wrong Thing
around The Right People and a little crack I made
about pop country was cute when I was an accessory but don't speak
too loud
and let on that I can
Think
and what it really meant was 
Hush
paint the backdrop of my life with the impression
I want you to make and although my voice is often
just above a whisper my head was
Loud and I was suffocating and it became the norm
to breathe in slow and shallow through the gloved hand
of malcontent and the bugs that laid their eggs inside the mire
in my skull have multiplied and woken up
the thing that brought me
back to life and I may have to crack
the bones wide open, split the fissures where they fused
in infancy
press down on the soft spot
purge my head and
scream.