Radiator

There’s a single radiating silence that sets in
into your ears when everyone else’s asleep
You can’t pay too much attention to it
otherwise you’ll bore holes in your ears

It’s nice to have a handful of peace
It’s nice to have a handful of swollen letters
and it’s nice to have a fleshy handful of bruised heart
squeezing out between your fingers like a fruit,
damaged and half-alive, half-ticking, half-riotous

You can’t remember the reason for it
because reason doesn’t exist here anymore
not on this side of the empty room
which we once called solitude
which now leaps like a hysterical pulse

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