Dear Secret, what is the proper way to hold my face.
Many clamorous sounds hamonize-
plane roaring across sky
sirens on some streets
in the distance in the east
electrical generator
hwy rushing along
the toilet up then down again
a detector of sorts’ intermittent beep
rap song
coming from somewhere outside on the street below.
the gentle clacking of the keys on my little keyboard
clothes tumbling in the dryer
a sortie of Sound,
Dear Secret