lying on the kitchen tiles that hum,
Just something that I was inspired to write after reading Diana's poetry. Am also rusty! And this is a bit different from my usual poetic style.
lying on the kitchen tiles that hum,
cool beneath me, heartbeat
drumming to the surface,
my arms spread wide like they could encompass the world,
(downtown vancouver, olympic mania! tourists have invaded, spending exorbitant sums on canadian merchandise that, once back in their home country, will never see the light of day again. perhaps i'll pass on the whole world thing - too much accountability.)
or maybe just you.
in any event,
arms spread, kitchen floor, tiles cold,
and heart beating - regular.
a good sign. very good. health is important. i congratulate myself.
to the left, refrigerator humming - not the tiles, then -
to the right, the faucet is leaking. i can hear the splink of water drops
against the basin of the sink. stainless steel. from ikea.
grandmother joints creak on the way to the bathroom.
nothing out of the ordinary, but
i am alone
in any event,
arms spread, kitchen floor, tiles cold,
heart beating - regular. a very good sign.
hum of the fridge, splink of the tap (unpronounceable swedish design),
old joints creaking, and bathroom break at midnight.
very ordinary, yes, thank you.
living room at nine paces (once one becomes vertical again, naturally),
channel: ctv, recap of the olympics with the volume down to a murmur.
someone laughs downstairs,
a car drives by, bass thumping (fade out),
and again i feel alone.
in any event,
arms spread, kitchen floor, tiles cold,
heart beating - regular, a little fast, but still a good sign.
hum of the fridge, splink of the tap (unpronounceable swedish design),
old joints creaking, bathroom break at midnight,
unintelligible sports recap, high-pitched laughter,
and obnoxious nighttime interruption.
i am alone,
but the EDSVIK is splinking into the stainless steel DOMSJÖ,
and my fridge is humming, tiles of the kitchen floor
conducting the rough vibrations to my ribcage
where my heart is beating, regular,
so all is well and ordinary.
a keening noise.
and i hear my grandmother crying,
and i am alone,
midnight,
arms spread,
kitchen floor,
tiles cold,
heart beating (regular, a good sign),
hum of the fridge,
splink of the tap (unpronounceable swedish design),
old joints creaking,
unintelligible sports recap,
high-pitched laughter,
obnoxious nighttime interruption,
grandmother crying at midnight,
and i am alone.
lying on the kitchen tiles that hum,
cool beneath me, heartbeat
drumming to the surface,
my arms spread wide like they could encompass the world,
(downtown vancouver, olympic mania! tourists have invaded, spending exorbitant sums on canadian merchandise that, once back in their home country, will never see the light of day again. perhaps i'll pass on the whole world thing - too much accountability.)
or maybe just you.
in any event,
arms spread, kitchen floor, tiles cold,
and heart beating - regular.
a good sign. very good. health is important. i congratulate myself.
to the left, refrigerator humming - not the tiles, then -
to the right, the faucet is leaking. i can hear the splink of water drops
against the basin of the sink. stainless steel. from ikea.
grandmother joints creak on the way to the bathroom.
nothing out of the ordinary, but
i am alone
in any event,
arms spread, kitchen floor, tiles cold,
heart beating - regular. a very good sign.
hum of the fridge, splink of the tap (unpronounceable swedish design),
old joints creaking, and bathroom break at midnight.
very ordinary, yes, thank you.
living room at nine paces (once one becomes vertical again, naturally),
channel: ctv, recap of the olympics with the volume down to a murmur.
someone laughs downstairs,
a car drives by, bass thumping (fade out),
and again i feel alone.
in any event,
arms spread, kitchen floor, tiles cold,
heart beating - regular, a little fast, but still a good sign.
hum of the fridge, splink of the tap (unpronounceable swedish design),
old joints creaking, bathroom break at midnight,
unintelligible sports recap, high-pitched laughter,
and obnoxious nighttime interruption.
i am alone,
but the EDSVIK is splinking into the stainless steel DOMSJÖ,
and my fridge is humming, tiles of the kitchen floor
conducting the rough vibrations to my ribcage
where my heart is beating, regular,
so all is well and ordinary.
a keening noise.
and i hear my grandmother crying,
and i am alone,
midnight,
arms spread,
kitchen floor,
tiles cold,
heart beating (regular, a good sign),
hum of the fridge,
splink of the tap (unpronounceable swedish design),
old joints creaking,
unintelligible sports recap,
high-pitched laughter,
obnoxious nighttime interruption,
grandmother crying at midnight,
and i am alone.