The dull hum of an AC unit;
the sickening twirl of a ceiling fan;
the buzz of the misc. sits on my chest.
As a boy, younger than the one I am
now, this drone wrecked my mind; anxious,
unable to move I’d lay on my parents bed,
or on a friends carpet,
wondering how and why life was crushing me.
Is this what it feels like when the universe contracts?