my voice got lost in my shirt

as i pulled it over my head

and i wondered if anyone

had heard what i said

there was a muffle

but not much of a statement

a ruffle of the shirt

but nothing that hit the pavement

i wanted to repeat it

but unfortunately it was gone

there was something i was saying

but the shirt did it done

perhaps it was a blessing

you didn't hear my muffled voice

perhaps i had said something

that would have altered your choice

my voice got lost in my shirt

by grace, no one was hurt

February 25, 2004, NYC

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