The earth is slipping and what of You?
by Andrea Colton
The earth is slipping and you...
you are a grey cold thing.
Stroking your distended veins with his breath,
a silly boy put his ear to the palm of your hand
(He could’ve sworn he heard music...)
I sought him out to render his conviction futile
Staring is not seeing
yet, he continued on with an inexorable ambition, unheeding,
only to collide with you...finding yourself and your entirety
said I, weeping in conclusion.
and silence is nothing.
You are inaudible—achromatic.
And left him sober.