Humming -- he said-- Humming heals.
It wasn't that he completed me. I felt
no magnetic attraction to him, rather
a disconnected part of myself pulled closer,
verging on the snap-back to its place.
How heavy I felt
as I missed missing and
reached for the fleeting me,
fleeting in the air.
Who was he?
Disturbed, scary, sad
And this is what disturbs and comforts me:
the refrigerator's hum
the vibration coming from somewhere
humming in the arms
of the wooden chair and up
through my skin.
Be mindful! -- of the hum of blood
inside
and of the wind
out there.
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