I sit to play the game we know too well,

Waiting—

Waiting—

My mind screaming like a teapot boiling.

Again, I find myself staring out,

My voice to crawl out of the pit

And if I hear me, I’m happy,

Yet my ears hear nothing here.

Static— static—endless loops

And those words said by a girl last week

That sit in my head like a brick wall

Blocking out other thoughts

So I keep

Throwing—

Throwing—

Things to see what sticks

Taking a measure of me