The Story of an Orchestra
my body is warm
speckles of sweat
lay on my brow
i rush things
like there's an urgent task
i have to accomplish
before i shut down
before i stop
having this energy
my t-shirt is hot
nearly grasping my skin
for support
in the summerlike night
the open window
brings me nothing but noise
a passing car
interupts my focus
loss of energy
and i can feel a small drop
of sweat
slide between my breasts
my glasses
slowly fall down my nose,
oiled from the humid air
there is peace
in the vast orchestra
of animals in the night
the urgency is a wonderous thing
is there something
i'm being told?
is that why i'm so awake?
and yet,
exhausted
beat
waiting for shut down
a slight breeze
reminds me
of how moist my skin is
how good the cool feels
against such lonely warmth
i wipe, with my shirt
where my breasts
fall on my skin
where the oceans lie vast
the trickle down my stomach
of an escaped body
crushed as it hits
the waist of my pants
i've lost the rush
but i wonder still
story of my life i suppose
a vast orchestra
� neda hakimi
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