Finally sitting in silence
The air hangs heavy
Like wet jeans on a wire hanger
The Devils’ comeback continues, but they were off today
I was thirty minutes late
Just in time to be tallied
Time stops but doesn’t stand still
Ticking clock more like a metronome
Pulse pounding in perfect 4/4
Pressure provokes pain, prevents postulating
Regret beads up on the forehead
Sweating sorrows that wouldn’t drown
Towers of tissues take the shape of the waste basket
Lecturers lingering longer with every subsequent syllable
Shoulders shallow, neck tilting down towards the ground
Backpack encumbering as Atlas’ stone
Every half wall of brick becomes a bed in these tired eyes
Home, fed
Finally sitting in silence
The heart hangs heavy
Like dead weight on a dance floor
