Verse again, verse again.

I wrote this one about a month ago. It's meant to be read aloud, but I suppose I'll let it slide if you prefer to keep it in your head.

Unwound

you are predictable
like clock staccato
from across the room.

tick
for a while
tick
it felt like
tick
there was
tick
comfort in
tick
that noise.
tick

and suddenly I knew
the sharp sound only
counted toward the end.