And I become overwhelmed with the blare
of voices, the cacophony, sometimes. Imagine
a parade of faces in motion, exultation crowding
like I’m in the back of a busy elevator, pressed
between the wall and the tip of my nose. 

It wasn’t always this way–just another side-
effect of getting sick. The funny thing is that
this chronic illness I must have had since birth,
the doctor says. So no getting. So much
has happened in the last two years.