Day 23

(today's poem is brought to you by last night's homesickness and this morning's nail varnish fumes)

IMPOS[T]ER

I have started listening to the noise my headphones make
when no music is playing;

It's like hearing my heartbeat rewinding,
as if my body has to run to keep up with me;

Or it's like hearing it muffled, from a distance-
a drumroll rumbling beneath the busyness of blood vessels and pipework.

It dies the instant I unplug, and I feel
like the rhythm of my life has been interrupted;

like I am an intruder on my own body.