Sometimes, everything gets loud like
the volume on the world is turned up past
eleven and I
wish that I could make the noises stop but they keep coming while I
try to crush my ears beneath my
hands to shut out noises every
taptaptap on the
crinklecrackle of plastic while my mom unwraps her
crashclatterBANG of dishes  against
dishes but the
speakers in my brain are
broken, so I’m left
at the place where a knob should be
but isn’t.


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