I am the sound that doesn't disconnect.
Drumming fingertips on the floor to feel the noise in my head.
Rolling in sheets and down a hill, unravel.
Breath held for seventeen minutes then release.
Bass pounding sounds that come up through my chest.
Clicking pens. I'm going for a year long walk.
Concrete, I want warm moss.
Lock jaw and your tongue is numb.
Consume the vibration.
Fading lilacs.
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