Serial library passage Jul 26

26 Jul

Everything seemed to pull me

further from some destination

I’d set for myself,

a destination I’d sworn lived in the music,

and every miniscule space between notes was like a settling of accounts,

till I knew for certain that getting home required the cessation of every sound,

musical or not,

and every resurrection of sound,

the music,

the voice of the waitress,

even the clink of glass at the bar,

served only to prepare me

for the terrible silence

of my return.


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