a woman covering her ears


Non-stop noise

Squealing squawking

Taxing talking

Partying for you

Far from true

An anxious occasion

My journal notation

Being planned in my mind

Giving these people no time

Eyes dead ahead

Ignoring what’s said

It’s not that I’m angry

Nor am I angsty

I don’t hate them

I just sit and stim

Redirecting my attention

Flying under suspicion

Typing a new poem

Hidden anxiety radiating ohm’s

Bleeding bile out of my words

Blood letting the absurd

They include me in the conversation

I give a reason for relocation

I need to help out

The time for transition is about

I find a quiet place

Where I have my space

But still, my head buzzes with the noise

So much noise

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