We Don't Talk About That

We Don't Talk About That

Shhh. Not so loud. Someone might hear you.

What a tragedy that would be.

That they might hear the anger you have spent two decades pressing into something smaller before it reached your mouth. That they might hear the ambition you have kept private because the room went careful every time you named it at full size. That they might hear what you want, what you earn, what you have lost and never been permitted to mourn, what your body feels from the inside rather than ho...