too dark toast from a loaf
3 days stale
bagel sandwich
w/ fried shallots
crunch crunch
rigid carrots
celery snap
immersion blending
lentil soup
mashed potatoes
decaf coffee grinder
fizzy drinks
the kind that
seem to whir up your ear canal
impeding sound
bbq chips
ultra sonic snack
blocking thoughts
of the frequency
of your laugh
which I haven’t heard since oct 14
not that you’ve stopped laughing
(god I hope you
haven’t stopped laughing)
just not near me
curious how many more months
it might take
to displace the exact decibel of
your raucous
joyful laughter
from my stupid stuck brain
that has it caught on loop
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chewing loudly
instead of texting
I’m going to try to feel you now
I know where you are and who you’re with
I know the way your mother is proud and boasting
I know the sound of you singing
through your toothpaste
and the warm deep sticky syrup
that fills your belly chest
and the electric flashes
and thankful smiles
and pinched icy looks
as you sway between
yourself and yourself
watching the deer switch out
for golfers
through the window
of your safety.
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