Sometimes you just sit with the nuisance,
The alarm in the background that
Becomes the white noise of the day to day
Clanging? No, just the underlying vibration
That keeps a tension headache on the horizon,
That keeps a stomach from settling.
Who would give you their full attention?
Knowing it will never be enough,
To soothe the dull ache, the inflamed limb - which
As long as you don’t jostle it,
Is more bearable than flailing in an unknown direction for possibility
Stay still, motionless, convenient
You’ve already spent too much
Goodwill, or energy
Conserve, retreat, isolate.
