April’s right ear
ringing routine
plagues me like
a planet wide
panic attack
on a timeframe
and scale we
can’t quite
understand
wake up water bender
same 3am every
corona night
black jagged rocks
below my waterfall
breathe
no matter the hour
long walks
down a dead
Monroe Avenue
avoid eye contact
anymore
wind-chimes work
down the backstreets
with the rainbow chalked
sidewalk smudges
who tell me
it’s time to breathe
and I remember
don’t pick up
that quarter
school work
is a drone-strike
no boots left
for the ground
haven’t been
to Wegmans
in weeks
I make a mess
on purpose
and just
painters tape
it to the wall
and sit alone
with my thoughts
say good morning
every so often
caffeinated and falling
into a futon dream
a facetime date
stare out the window about
circle sitting
with my neighbors
handcuffed ourselves
to the wind-chime
turbines in the golden light
of after all this passes
