white noise (20220411)

suppose that the buzzing is not tinnitus
earwax
neuronal demyelination
damaged blood vessels
psychosomatic or finger jammed in too far
earbuds too tight
music too loud
suppose it is
a bee
a hummingbird
the susurration of leaves
the slippery hiss of sea foam
too much of everything all the time
but in a good way
a baby waking up
the whisper of the universe
coming into being every time
your eyes open

putting them down (20220409)

i stand still in one spot
an inch of rubber
keeps me from sending down
roots from my feet

the earth waits
patient because she will be
be here after i am gone
whether I have connected to her
or not

but how much easier it must be
to return
if our roots have networked
the soft loam
burrowed past the worms
intertwining

atomic ancestors (20220407)

webs collect
in the shadowed corner
above my head
over my desk

i try not to disturb them

no arachnid artifice
no dried up husks
offered as proof
of services rendered
for peaceful coexistence

just a little electrical charge
a little dust
tracked in from outside
some dead skin cells
the hair from the dogs or
maybe the cat who even now
tries to claw her way
up my leg to settle in my lap
or purring against my chest

these are atomic ancestors
descendants yet unborn
related not by dna
but by nuclear half-life
electron clouds
vibrating strings

no ashes for me after death
for i have spent my life
spreading myself generously
with every itch scratched
and every casual exhalation

overheard in hell (20220406)

the drinking water here tastes flat
like someone has removed the caps
on the perrier and left them out
to lose their carbonation
like tiny souls escaping
tiny watery graves

every night
just before you fall asleep
water gurgles through a pipe
in the wall and jerks you awake
just enough so you're sure if you close
your eyes
this time
sleep will come

like a sieve (20220405)

santa claus in a red suit
by the fireplace and the tree
leaping on his back
his face green
the top of his head flat
like it’s been ironed

“how would you like it
if i hit you?”

plunged under water
the taste of chlorine
blood and lilies

the blonde with her shoe laces
tied together
hopping vulnerable

what do you want for christmas
circle everything in the catalog
the body of christ



NaPoWriMo 4