cacophony of the house

Dedicated to Anne

"Why the hell tell me what They Think they think?"
she thought she had thought

and the thought she thought they had thought

forms micro-beads along the crests;
forms crochet grit knots in her chest;
second-guessing what she knows best--

"The Thought they thought", she thought,
gets bound and caught in her throat;

she starts to cough,

and laugh,
and distress;

"Why are my thoughts such a frustrating mess?"

- Marion Jane Lefevre, 2018