And I used to talk to you all the time.
Now I can’t tell if I’m hearing dial tones or just a busy signal.
Maybe you’re wondering the same thing.
Do you prefer to text?
I’m better at writing my voice, anyways. Yet —
Stricken dumb as a priest, deaf as a disciple.
How I long to be a talking donkey.
Our Father, I am speechless.
Deliver us from Evil?
Deliver me from cutting off my own ears.