I did not notice

I was speaking out loud in the store

until a woman piped up nearby,

“I am so glad to know

I am not the only one.”

For two years,

I confided in the teapot,

whispered to the night light,

told tales to the turntable.

Isolation offers quiet companions —

steadfast, listening,


A poem inspired by lines from Richard Jones’ poem White Towels

telling the story of my life

to the clean white towels taken warm from the dryer.”

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