The speaker has difficulty speaking freely and confidently. Their voice comes out in unpredictable ways such as being abrupt, flat or brittle. When they do speak, they feel their bones becoming smaller and vacant. They often worry that others did not hear or understand what they said. At night after such conversations, their thoughts drift to octopi on the ocean floor.
5. 6
When I speak, bitter molasses drips from my tongue into still
water basins.
A sound in water wants to find the surface, but depths of water
fill and push down. It happened one day that the body tried to
open its wings and found it could not make a noise.
The speech act runs parallel to the act of assertion, of proof. She
aligns her feet under the table. Self-portrait entitled How to Part
the Seas so the Sun Shines On It. Before moving to Iowa, she was
often called Loud Small Girl.
6. 7
If it is true that the number of sentences coming out of my
mouth is in direct relationship to my body in the world, then
bones will become smaller, vacant. When I speak to the lady
behind the counter or the person sitting next to me, I can never
predict how my voice will sound: smooth, abrupt, flat, brittle,
lingering. Now, it comes in tiny microscopic knots or large
empty spaces, often then followed by Did you say something? or
a continued conversation elsewhere around me. So that
afterward in the darkness as I am riding home, I am looking
out the window, thinking of octopi on the ocean floor and what
they see at night.