Quiet peaceful ambiance
Taking it all in, passive smiles directed at me
“What can I get for you out of the case?”
I realize it’s my turn to speak.
Immersed in textual salvation
I fail to recognize the elevation
Of noises as chaos enters to distract me.
Ignoring all the noise and eyes
I continue to dive
Looking up to avoid the inevitable
Taking deep breaths and stretch to keep the flow going
Rageful spirit being summoned through
Each word that my eyes pass through
Thinking about my life and future
Telling my whole life in words—
“I’M-SO-GLAD-ALL-OF-YOU-MADE-IT-THIS-MORNING. NORTH-CAROLINA-WEATHER-GIVES-YOU-ONE-WEEK-OF-FALL-AND-THE-NEXT-WEEK-SPRING-BUT-THE-FUNNY-PART-IS-THAT-IT-IS-ALL-HAPPENING-IN-WINTER! BAHAHAHAHA,-LET-ME-LEAVE-MY-STUFF-HERE-SO-I-CAN-ORDER!”
Broken and incomplete salvation
Both free and bound
By the privileges that bind
Growth and silence most profound.