Numb [poem]
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read

industrial air conditioning
a steady hum
the feeling of cotton balls always grossed me out
made me need to touch my finger tips together
and rub
to erase the sensation
compulsively swallow
somehow I can feel the fibers
and the noise
in my jaw
i think of something else
until it’s gone
and then later
a long time later
randomly
my mind will go
COTTON BALLS
and my mouth will water
my jaw can feel the echo
between the cotton fibers
and my fingers will need to rub each other
bottom of thumb
to top of index
to center of palm
and then it will go away
until next time
steady hum
industrial air conditioning
my brain is padded with cotton balls
and every thought
risks a soft landmine
