when what is heard is now felt
wires entangle my neck, my hair, my ears,
my entire body in a mess of rubber-encased wiring
electricity pulsing through these thin metal strips in rhythm with
what I think is what you would call a heart
The pulses of an encoded heart.
My heart.
when what is heard is now felt
these deep vibrations
pulsating,
mixed from right to left
and back and forth
a wave of electricity
hertz
it’s hertz
it hurts
I’m wrapped in the arms of the only thing that loves me
A machine connected to machine after machine
Replaced one by one.
Something shiny and new comes along.
A sleek, glass screen.
When what is heard is now felt.
The auditory embodiment of those lights pulsing.
Cold metal to my skin when all I want is your warmth.
Vinyl encasing my ears
when all I want is your warmth
Pulses
I do not know what is my pulse, the pulse
when what is heard is now felt.
I just want to feel your pulse.