Hush Now
posted May 20, 2008
My head was cloudy,
not transparent
as the plastic body
in the children’s wing
of the museum,
but free of charge
you could still push
rows of multicolored
buttons and watch
pain register in the gray
knot of my brain.
Neurons lit up neon
in the different parcels
of my skull. One color
for grief; one for fire.
To keep calm as I felt
flashing, flashing
behind my eyes,
I memorized beat-up
jeans, six pearly snaps
on my cowgirl shirt,
the sky blanched
cigarette white. Then
I pulsed like a strobe,
like seizure. Hush now
and run, light hissed
inside the hot coils.
Run as fast as you can.
Yes, I said, shorting,
still lit. Then what.
© 2008 Maggie Smith