Distortion and Dust

Don’t get too used to the quiet

Distortion of a purple keyboard — Photo by Laura Rivera on Unsplash

For a few moments the world returns to its usual state. Colours resolve. Shapes are still blurred but you think there’s something to

a little bit of
silence.

In the morning you will probably wish you had slept. I know I will — instead of spending the night

listening

to the clack of
footsteps as they kick
up
dust.

A solitary black crow feather comes out of the window. Think it’s supposed to remind me that sometimes we can fly. You have been sinking and mired for awhile. Your shoes are all muddy

and with all the grime
and noise
around here you never think to clean them up.

And then as soon as you start getting used to some quiet, as soon as you think this will be the one morning where breakfast

would be better than cigarettes
and grimaces

the damn speakers open up disruption, dirty beats, and the circles are big and bigger. Yes: you are the open wound with ragged edges that don’t