One from the Break-Up Poetry series.



I am so sensitive to sound

The pots hitting the pans—

Neighbors blowing their noses in the apartment next door—

Her laugh whenever you bring her home—

The decibels of my music can't drown out anything

Because it too hurts my ears…

So I take note from Van Gogh

And cut them off one at a time

Until I don't have ears anymore

Or eyes, or neurons;

If I can't hear the tree fall

Nothing happened in the forest