To Make Heard

It be a simple thing yell loud enough long long enough someone will hear. An ant will hear and run for hide it hear your voice a shoe. It not that way when wanting stuff acknowledgement the likes of such it not that way the ants and all they hear you not they hear you not.

The universe my audience. I want be heard to Mars and back my vocals strong like any bear…or worse. I want be heard.

I try.

One day I broach the sun I say no mess around with lesser spheres one day I tramp the molten glow and speak. I loud. Could be boiling lava scream and drown me out but I not care. Scream louder dare scream longer wear asbestos boots climb higher up on top of all raise arms to sky and let whoop go like whirlwind birds they think me nuts but least I try but least I try.

It be a simple thing yell loud enough long long enough someone will hear.

It be a simple thing yell loud enough long long enough someone will hear.

I try.

Try.

(It be a simple thing.)









Chila Woychik writes, edits, and hikes in Iowa. Her work appears in The Mayo Review, The Milo Review, Prick of the Spindle, Pithead Chapel, and elsewhere. She is currently on a quest to uncover the metaphorical bones of her German and Cherokee forebears.