I spoke with my mom for two and a half hours

And I can’t help but wish I had some of that time back,

For me

Music whistles like tiny storms in my ear

There’s a knot in my back where my reasoning used to be

Once,

And exactly once,

I showed teeth to the moon

It shown back the smile of the sun

I rejected the atmospheric tune

Why did this anger me so?

I recall,

On a Sunday,

In a field of Queen Anne’s Lace

The v-shaped pattern of birds,

I remembered

That sinking feeling,

Which drags down my face

Why the music was so loud

And why it hurt to believe

Again,

There I go,

Thinking I should plan my finale

Imagining my veins are rivers in a body they cannot leave

Thump in the heavens. Thump in the canyons. Thump in the center of raindrops

Things tremble, and they float on,

Trembling

Not concerned about the earth,

At least until all of that rattling and shaking stops.