Treasures
    Footnotes

    “Treasures,” New Era, Aug. 1990, 29

    Treasures

    this room holds

    all the words I’ve ever said

    they’ve come back to me

    every last one of them

    they’re speaking to me now

    in my voice

    in the voice of condemnation

    slouched in corners

    they judge me harshly

    without understanding

    they lie to me

    are insincere

    they are lazy and stupid

    and loud

    in the voice of doves

    by the window

    they sing softly in harmony

    surge

    when I say I love you

    forgive me

    still barely audible above

    the hissing from the corners

    there are serpents in the corners

    they came from my mouth

    beyond the walls

    the sound of my heart beating

    Art by Jared Frei