Braille

I listen to you speak My body gives nothing away My stride stays the same But a puncture the size of your words Is here in my chest A floodgate of breath Braille Bile The twist of a stomach A blue dye To show up the fault lines The old signs I listen to you speak The words lose their shape The streets lose their name And a river of tar Is filling your mouth Is drowning us out Braille Bile The twist of a stomach A blue dye To show up the fault lines The old signs Braille Bile The twist of a stomach A blue dye To show up the fault lines The old signs