Saying What Hearing Wants

Though your heart is stuffed in a box without room to beat,
                                               you insist you are relaxed

and,

are stretched full length on a recliner of invisible nails,
                                                you are comfortable

and,

have the heel of a hobnailed boot crushing your forehead,
                                                  you are doing just fine

and,

vibrate like over-taut piano wire tuned to the key of scream,
                                                                               still,
                                              you have never been better.

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