these silver spheres
are not for me
hard topped pitter patter
under my wavering hands

the cool curve of the
snare
rips my ear drums violently
and i want it to do it again and again and again

when you finally look up at me
and tell me to break
my ears are ringing

they do not stop when we sit and talk
they do not stop when we go upstairs

we lay down listen to music
and by the time the shaking has stopped
i am hungry for more