THE CONVERSATION

The child's room is now a mind. 

Only there is there room

for your voice. Only there 

may you enter 

the conversation. Still, 

you're not convinced 

you've convinced anyone 

you're worth listening to. 

Or that your side of things 

is valid and true. 

To be heard, you raise 

your voice and complicate 

the already complicated case 

you're making. And before

you know it your mind 

is a mansion 

of mirrors. And every room is 

an avalanche of sound,

a collision in the collusion

of shattering glass.