sometimes
i put my music on loud enough
that the blue bar
indicating volume
is so long
it pokes the stranger
next to me
in the ribs
visibly annoyed
they turn to me
asking what my problem is?
& i say that sometimes
music this loud
is the only way
to stop me from folding in on myself
trying desperately to explain
how
the sounds bounce around
inside me like
a forest of swing-ball sets
only
i realise in the moment i cant actually speak
my tongue an origami swan
& a sudden awareness of
the creases under
my clothes.
boris reckoner 