Rocking chair hum by Gillian Lionberger

 

Image | 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

Gillian Lionberger

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

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