Devonne Brown

I want to hear sweet nothings, 

Things that are easy on my ears, not harsh reality laden syllables

words and songs that are sweet and soothe my selfish ego. 

I don’t want my eyes to twitch with bad news of wars and rumors of wars. 

“Do you hear what I hear?” The words to an old Christmas carol resound in my ears. 

I don’t hear the same things as you. We don’t experience the same 

Our lives are parallel universes,

Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to be responsible for me.