Help, Listening

I can't help listening
to the upstairs voices.
I can't help hearing--
she says it was all a mistake,
a gorgeous mistake
with ugly consequences.
I can't help listening.
A blockbuster went off
in her sugar-baby uterus.
It was like a molasses flood,
brown and sticky, she says.
I can't help hearing.
I stop my ears.
I can't stop listening.

--another word salad poem
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