Transition Anniversary

a rattle in the mind
or is it my body?

I can’t tell who is speaking
the voices are all familiar

but they layer on each other
like a drum machine
random notes
incomprehensible melodies

they speak in fragments
and yet, somehow have more power
than full complete novels

a novel has an end
an orgasm has an end
this keeps surprising

even when hidden it hides
ghosting toward me slowly or fast
when it’s ready to play

like the notes, it’s unpredictable
will this music ever turn softly?