Another symptom—repetition—
a narrative loop
you thought was only running
in your head leaks
out. The sound is a drone,
explosion, premonition, reaper
grim about the mouth.
Another symptom—repetition—
a narrative loop
you thought was only running
in your head leaks
out. The sound is a drone,
explosion, premonition, reaper
grim about the mouth.
They’re breaking through.
It feels early. I feel late
to wake to the songs
everyone else hums.
I am overripe
to the ones I replay
because addiction is nothing
if not relentless
repetition. Will the lyric
alter slightly with this listening
to make it all about me?
If I can recover
from the need to be
your you, perhaps you
will relent—give one
up for me.