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Nerves Warming

Quick staccato breaths stac—ca—to—breaths, and my nerves are warming.
Warning? This is my warning, three seconds out.
If I could pray, I would thank God
that my lunch break starts now.

If I could beg, I would beg for silence.
Quick staccato breaths stac—ca—to—breaths, and my nerves are warming.
Warming—have the fans for the dark bright-lit tape decks and camera heads
always run so loud so hot to keep everything cool?

Car door slams behind me and my ears rumble.
And rumble, and rumble, have I always shut that door like I slapped my brother one time?
Quick staccato breaths stac—ca—to—breaths, and my nerves are warming.
I’m suffocating for air worse than when I almost drowned under the float in my aunt’s pool.

Hands gripping the steering wheel, cool and stiff, engine sleeping and vents off,
I search my memories for where I stashed my box of earplugs.
I won’t come back after I eat my fill, if I even eat at all, stomach full of wires.
Quick staccato breaths stac—ca—to—breaths, and my nerves are warming.

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Austin’s Coffee. Winter Park, FL. Viator poem. Written for the Ultimate Roar, a fun slam Curtis X hosted wherein each poet represented a specific form or mode. In order, I roared “Why the Hate for Rain,” “Sunset,” and “Nerves Warming”—and won! Now to get a chapbook together.

“Nerves Warming” is the tenth poem I’ve written for NaPoWriMo 2KXV, the goal of which is to write thirty poems in thirty days. Follow the fprg tag NaPoWriMo 2KXV to see what I write this month.