The Magnet
I walk through the world comic book style. Thought bubbles floating above everyone.
The mom with a toddler at the neighborhood cafe with her hair in a messy bun. Her thought bubble flatlined, exhausted.
It makes its way to me, settling down in my legs with a 5 lb weight. I drag myself out of there.
The friend who’s always in a frantic rush. She walks as if there’s a rod up her back. It settles in a little corner right behind my shoulder bone. A tight ache I have to massage away.
The laughter of kids float like effervescent bubbles in the air. I breathe them in and they pop in my lungs, smelling like freshly cut grass.
The wobble in someone’s voice on the phone, a cinder block in my gut. The angry outburst of a man makes my heart play hopscotch.
I walk around with a magnetic field around me. Becoming a dozen different people, living on borrowed feelings.
Paired Listening
From the Five Part Body Playlist
