Numb [poem]

Kristin Diversi
Jul 26, 2017 · 1 min read
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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

Kristin Diversi

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writer. editor. fried chicken enthusiast.

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