I’ve lost the use of my heart,
But I’m still alive.

I hear voices,

The hustler and the prostitute,
The gleaming car salesman,

Audible to me all,
The rat at the corner,

Selling drugs,
My husband in the study being busy,

I’m crying everyone’s tears.

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