Please, Silence

03 April 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: say that again?

Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

the body still floats in bed, postural hypotension, a drug-like bliss, cotton warms against skin that was wet, the pang of drifting, the body a composite of gestures in water — Jessica Lee McMillan “Fluency”

Yellowed pasture
limps past
wind working its way
through cracks
in the car

Deer are in the bushes
deer are in the bushes

and the rush
away from something
that looked a lot
like Noise
spins fucking riddles
against a heartless
brain

Please, silence
I will walk
out of this, too
or ride
whatever you got
going on
by then

Intersected by the
redundant
“the pang of drifting”
as the poet says
rings loud
and louder