Ticks Poem by Vonnie Postit

my watch makes this
unbelievably loud ticking noise.
sometimes i feel like im just waiting
for something to explode

others i'm asking it to slow down,
telling it that my heart beat can't
take the pace and neither can my mind

other times, still, i take it off and
let my empty (whiteness)just hang there,
an emblem of things i try to hide.

by this time you would think
i would have the ability to manipulate time,
the way i manipulate words,

and my thoughts and him,
but i am still bargaining.
trying to change everything about
reality and this humid place.