by Jerry Ratch
At the Rest Home for Silence
We are teenagers
At best
I have to admit
I fell asleep on the bus
On the way to the Rest Home
For Silence
And I woke up
To the noise
Coming from the
Overfilled silence
It's the overfilled silence
That seems to bother me the most
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"overfilled silence" -- interesting way to think of it.
I love the title.
Pregnant pauses, always trouble. *