Open Throat

by Henry Hoke

I have so much language in my brain and nowhere to put it

it’s okay old is fine I’m old because I’m not dead

I feel more like a person than ever because I’m starting to hate myself

every person sitting and walking has hands too and I see all their hands and I know what their hands can do and what their hands would do and the violence waiting behind every motion

it’s a terrible choice but I’m making it just like a person