chatter

i love facemasks.

not just because they hide my face

but also because they hide the ceaseless movement of my lips,

the constant chatter

that i must fill myself with

in order to feel

a little less alone.

and i find myself talking

all the time

from the shower to the drive thru line

and sometimes i'm loud and sometimes i'm quiet,

sometimes i'm excited and sometimes hopeless,

but one thing always stays the same:

i've always

got something

to say.