rhythm

watch those fingers on that desk, tapping away the nervous sparks. they chip away at the desk, leaving nothing in return.

watch that foot, shifting back and forth to slip the shoe off and back on. the sock wears through to be replaced with cold air.

nod your head to their words, ticking out through teeth tethered to gums.

lift your hands to under your chin, hold yourself still. an eighth beat rest. begin again.