I Am Here

I Am Here

4/20/2015

I Am Here—

The steady pulse, the beat of music

Dwells in the background.

The soft click, the tick, the beat of the keyboard,

Clicking—

Clicking.

Hard chair, soft floor—

Soft cat dancing around my chair,

A soft mew

Seeking attention.

A soft pat on the head, he purrs and walks away

Only to wander

Right

Back.

It smells of a roast cooking—

A waft of onion—

Garlic—

Drifts through the room

And out the window into the

Cold

Dark

Night.

The keys on the keyboard

Are hard

And though they relent

It is only just enough to register

And translate my thoughts

To the bright

White

Screen.

The dark, black words appear across a pristine white page

Giving it a meaning.

A sour taste permeates my mouth,

So I reach for water

To wash it away.

But it still remains—

Though dulled.

My necklace clicks

And shifts

Against the soft skin at my throat.

My phone buzzes

My roommate curses

A car drives by

The cat yells

And spazzes behind me, playing with his dirty sock

Filled with catnip.

The song ends.

I Am Here—