Poems

The door stayed open.
No one entered.

My phone vibrated.
It stopped.

I checked the lock twice.
Nothing changed.

The desks were bolted to the floor.
The chairs were bolted to the desks.

The bell rang. Eight-thirty.
Nobody stood.

No instruction was given.
No movement followed.

The door was open.
Nobody walked through.

The professor did not act.
The students did not move.
Their pens were poised.

The lungs expanded. The breath was held.

The tongue touched teeth. No words were formed.

An itch started on the knee. The hand did not lift.

The retinas registered the closing arc of a fist. The nerves remained silent.

A thought surfaced: "Why?" It sank back down.
The itch remained. The fist arrived.

Three screens. I see them. Two computers. I use them.

I do not know "Computer." I use it.

One mouse. It directs action. I do not know "Mouse." I do not know "Action."

My hand moves. The light changes. I use them.
When something happens, something follows.



But what is it?

I read it once.
Then again.

No reply was sent.
The cursor blinked.

Minutes passed.
Then more.

The message remained.
I did not.

I didn’t hear it I stopped talking. My mouth stopped moving.

i didn’t agree my hands lowered they didnt move.

Other thoughts ran across.
This one did not.

I stood in place.
The room vanished.
I left.

Nothing was proven.
Nothing was questioned.

I remained.

You said you were hurt.
I listened.

You said I caused it.
I considered this.

Your voice did not rise.
Mine did not either.

You wore white.
I noticed.

You spoke of harm.
I searched for it.

I found confusion.
You called it proof.

When I hesitated,
you called it guilt.

When I shook,
you called it instability.

The word angel was used.
I repeated it.

Angel.
Angel.

It thinned.

You described your suffering.
I examined my hands.

No blood.

You described my cruelty.
I examined my thoughts.

No intent.

Still,
I adjusted.

You remained unchanged.

Light was mentioned.
I stepped closer.

It burned.

Now the room is dim.

You are still there.

I see you.

The seed fell.
It did not rise.

The door opened.
No one walked through.

A fist came.
No nerve replied.

The cursor blinked.
The message waited.

I expected motion.
Nothing moved.

I thought: maybe sequence exists.
Maybe habit, maybe choice.

I held my breath.
The air did not shift.

A word came.
It thinned.

I waited.
I waited.
I waited.

Maybe things follow.
Maybe not.
Maybe we follow them.

The world blinked.
I blinked.
I followed you.
Or I didnt?