sore throat

My voice.
I've got one.
yeah
Normally loud
Sometimes obnoxious
Probably in your way.

My voice.
I'll sing with it
Chatter too much with it
Play with it
Think through it
Speak from it.

It scratches the air like the claws of that calico cat
Pawing on the window to break though
Into here
Houses waiting to be filled with voice.

I don't like how it sounds
I don't want you to hear the
Mistakes so often made
But hey.
I can still make noises

I'll take some responsibility upon
This heart of mine
This throat
These vocal chords.
They'll do what they can
Though it'll probably hurt a bit
By Friday night when I have time to
Finally think about it.