tiny voices
constantly filtering through
hands gripping the wheel
and they ask my opinion
in a series of actions
and I try to answer
distracting, these voices
these chimes, constantly ringing
a leash, this device traps me
always in reach, bluetoothed
tethered to bodiless tones
and I think I have split personalities
they just happen to have
the names of all my friends
maybe they were all imaginary
and my memories, fake
convinced myself I had been there
confusion, catches me in snaps and pops
these tiny voices
rattle my ears, and in the end
disconnect, plucking it from my ear
enjoying the quiet once more
Poetic Trials 