I was stringing a guitar
Then suddenly
I felt insides I hadn't felt before
Now it was going on too long
My gut, my liver, or heart or something
Were banging up against my breath
This was the end of up and down
And the last of side to side
The world
My world
Was ending
Just for me
And in the final moments it
strummed the guitar like some mad ghost
Or a drug-crazed father
The drawers sprang out like a poltergeist
Or as mother would when packing to leave
And souvenirs around the house
clinked and clanked
Like some boy finding a coping piano
I grabbed someone
Tightly
I lied, "Everything is going to be okay!!"
My breath left as the walls and ceiling glared at me
I was feeling them hurt me
and then there was silence
nothingness...
Couldn't tell which had died
Me
Or the quake
In another room a friend yelled, "Fuck!!"
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