Boh.

Or is it bho?

I don’t know.

It’s one or the other.

And either way it’s the answer

to every asked and unasked question,

a simple noise that many

don’t understand anyways.

Do you love me?

Boh.

Do you want me?

Boh.

Do you need me?

Bho.

Will you miss me?

Boh.

Will you answer me?

Bho.

Are you scared?

Boh.

Can we ever get started?

Bho.

Will this end well?

Boh.

Do you know?

Bho.

Can you know?

Boh.