By ABIGAIL KOERNER
Brain peace when I got what I wanted
And had what had to be had and
Done and did.
Brain peace because
Each step should be a leap and
Each hill a mountain when I’m climbing up!
“Take me away,” I’d ask
But there is nothing to take
In the deep, dark hole of a woman
Where I sat and hugged my knees to my chest.
Trapped in a bubble that I blew myself after
Chewing and smacking that same piece of gum for hours…
Until it finally popped.
Then, I was just sitting.
Brain peace to my ears when the sweet sounds
Of sweet songs snuck up and through headphones jammed in
Earwax as proof that this really did happen
When the music wasn’t loud enough to play over bubbles popping
And I jammed them farther in…
Abigail Koerner (firstname.lastname@example.org) writes poetry but not always with peace of mind.