By ABIGAIL JADE KOERNER
Journal writing is for quiet
If I don’t the words will spin in my head
I repeat them like twirling on a dance floor
I don’t want to forget them
So I repeat them and repeat them and
It’s like the pounding of a keyboard.
They echo like
Trains sound in tunnels
Brass instruments in a theater with the right walls
I like it when the words stop moving
Sit down and put on headphones
Sounds of music replace the
Hollow rhythm of repetition
Words swirling from brain to page
A sentence with t’s crossed, i’s dotted
On the topic of why is it being done?
Hard stop, space,
Capital letter for the next line. And the next.
Abigail Koerner ’21 (firstname.lastname@example.org) writes for the Harvard Independent Arts Section.