In Frequencies

I have a voice
It starts deep, way beyond
My lips
And the back of my mouth
Down into my throat
Through my heart, and
Into the very pit
Of my stomach

On most days, it is quiet
Conversational, fluid, and friendly
It tells jokes and pokes fun
Teasing friendly smiling-eyed company

Other days,
It rumbles
My gut swells and tenses
The sound travels
Through every pore, each one
Emits decibels of shrill, coarse, unbridled

I have a voice
Its memory is long
It keeps secrets, and it knows
My past
And the present
It’s calling