Singing

Singing hurts
my feelings.
My voice
is like a limb
in spasm.
My hearing is fine
and my intentions
are graceful
but my throat is
off-leash.
Sing from your diaphragm
they say
but don’t they know
how hard it is
to let the beast
run free?
I feel for that guy
with Tourette’s
all he wants is a coffee
but instead
jagged words
spill out of him
like bullets
as he looks on
surprised as the
rest of us.