Ear Pounding

 

I want to use my hands.

 

I want to pump blood like churning butter and

read pulses like a metronome,

I want to run full speed behind and feel

seventy-eight percent nitrogen stinging the tips of my ears.

 

I will run ninety miles per hour backwards.

 

My ninety God-given pounds will lead me through

ninety degree air,

ninety degree angles around the sidewalks

and the ninety-mile high mountains I will pass.

 

The sun will beat my shoulders like a man to his wife

leaving strawberry-field bruises clothing won’t let me forget.

 

I have power.

 

I will feel it through my limbs, my hands –

my hands will swim through your anger,

through your matter, your iceberg of shrieked thought in my face and

I will not blink.

 

I will not blink because I will not be taken for someone you cannot love.

 

I will tear through your mind with any motivation

money

fame

sex and the existence of God

and I will pierce your ears with everything you do not want to hear.

 

You will hear it, and you will hear it in reverse.

 

Because I have power, and I will run though

ninety-degree weather backwards with my ninety God-given pounds.

 

I want to use my hands.

 

I want to be taken for someone you cannot simply forget.

 

And you will not blink, but you will not read pulses

or churn blood-butter with your hands.

 

Your hands are much, much bigger than mine.

 

Author's Note

Written on a whim, meaning it is most certainly going to be revised at some point. Thoughts?