(and was wheezing last night
but I think you were sleeping deeply enough
to not be disturbed,
it's moved from the back of my head
to my nose
down to my throat
and now it hovers in my chest
like a swamp-green clo–
that's not relevant.
what I'm trying to tell you,
is that my voice is gone
and I'm having trouble speaking,
at least at a normal volume.
which is fine enough,
since everything I ever feel like telling you
and all of the thoughts that jump to my lips
would be better suited to a whisper.