I exist in the voices,
in sounds-
gentle, ricocheting against
the loud bass in the background
and speaking in hushed tones
in corridors where the tiles
are no longer bleached white.
I exist in that TV volume, defined
by the bars that identify the
intensity of my intent,
exist in the grrr grr grinding
of thoughts into an unpalatable
mush, that I got served for
dinner,
I am defined by the water striking
the s(k)in(k) surface, I am that
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