Itch

The reason people hum

When they’re alone is because

The silence is too loud.

There’s too much space, the sky

Is too heavy,

And the sun’s constant

Over the shoulder

Relentless glare

Calls too much attention to the back

Of the eyelids.

 

Call it a wish,

The belief that silence is quiet,

That a simple utter can make

Curtains blaze

And thunder crawl across clouds.

When the shadows grow too tall,

And when hallways stretch,

When all of the sound in my body

Screams inside the back of my neck,

Some days I want to do something rash.

Like catching lightning in a bottle.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s