Voices

Sitting,

Sharing with friends.

We talk about useless things.

Until I bring up a popular conversation starter:

Why will we be institutionalized?

One’s for murder,

The others for drug-like symptoms,

The other we can’t decide.

But when I mention the voices,

Everyone freezes.

I say I’ve heard them all my life,

And one of my friends laugh,

Saying that she hears one as well.

Shaking my head,

I smile and say,

“What does it sound like?”

Is it a he or a she?

A gender?

Can you see it with your waking eyes?

Most are partially out of the kitchen;

All look worried.

Once I explain,

They say they get it

-That they understand-

But how could they?

These are my voices!

My friends!

I talk to them,

(Pull out a notebook,)

And bring life to them in the end.

Copyright © 2015 by Nita Pan

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