H U S H
By Greg Curry
I tried to love without my heart, didn’t get far, but how would you know? I ate something, drank something, took something (today), felt good (today). I’ll try to not eat, drink, or take anything (tomorrow) that should feel good (tomorrow).
Since when did silence mean I have nothing to say? Because there’s no perspiration, it doesn’t mean I’m not sweating. You think because you see no tears, that I don’t cry.
You’re moving really fast, or am I moving really slow? How long can you keep that pace? Where is this place you’re in a rush to? You claim it’s a beautiful, popular place. Oh! I want to go also. Must I improve my pace? Is admittance subject to a race? Can I get in without beating you (there)? Is this place limited to just a few, or is it important to know someone (there)?
You look familiar, but no, I’m sure I’ve never seen you before. You sound familiar, but no, I’m sure I’ve never heard you before. Yes, I recall (the thought) more clearly now. That is you eating, drinking, and talking really loud and fast. I’m confused because I see tears, but you’re not crying. While speaking from the heart and working up a sweat like a preacher, you’re convinced… Yes, maybe I should of remained silent since I have nothing to say.
Greg Curry, #213-159
Ohio State Penitentiary
678 Coltsville-Hubbard Road
Youngstown, Ohio 44505