048: askings again

are the songs stuck in my head there for a reason

do others hear the sounds my existence makes

            (scrapings, rushings, breathings, the inevitable crashings into cupboards)

            do they find me tiresome

                        restless

what are the coordinates of me

                                    where I am

now

                                    here—

            in comparison to stars

                        to halley’s comet

                                    (will I die before it returns)

                                    (my child eyes couldn’t find it when my parents pointed “there!”)

what moments have I been here for

            that in 2091 a girl will say

            I wish I had been here for that

                                                what wars remain to be seen

                                                what losses

                                                what hopes