Rocking chair hum by Gillian Lionberger

 

Arturo Albarran

Rocking chair hum

It’s already 2:00 p.m. 

         I haven’t made the bed ​

                peeled off the dandruff dryer lint

    ran the dishwasher 

the sky is blinding
powder blue

clouds blow out of my

                                dollar tree bubble wand

temperature lets me shed headphones

not my skin in the heat of the sun

            grass is pleasantly abrasive 

                              I want to bottle it up 

                                                     my camera is smudged

my head is foggy

memory popping with the bubbles 

I’ll try to remember I can come

                                        breathe it in 

                                                      again tomorrow 

 © Gillian Lionberger

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Gillian Lionberger

Gillian Lionberger studies in the heart of her Appalachian culture at Hollins University’s MFA program. Her inspiration comes from little objects that lovely-clutter hearts, tapping into the concreteness of language, and coffee spreads across prose, poetry, and non-fiction. She also enjoys fencing, Persona games, and playing with her two dogs. 

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