I develop my inflection:
idoneous for once,
not over enthusiastic
or full of vigor
or dotted with rose bushes.
it’s stern,
flat,
a way for me to brake.
finding what is appropriate.
it’s usually silence.
it’s usually a blank
white room
in silence.
it’s usually me,
flat, not a word
left to give.
not even a yes,
just a skim.

honestly, if they get
what they deserve,
not even that.