
nature’s LOUDEST force
nature’s LOUDEST force
after
surviving on five hours
between midnight study procrastination
and endless debate prep
and grinding derivatives and
Spanish conjugations
and iambic pentameter until my
brain leaks through my ears
I am a CHAMPION of sleep-
snoozing through every calculus class
drooling during English
dreaming through drum lines and
band marches and
entire pep rallies of teenage SCREAMING
(once slept through a fire drill
while the teacher had to shake me awake
while the alarms screamed overhead-
guess that’s what three days of
four-hour nights will do)
collapse
into the library’s sacred quiet zone
hidden in some cubby hole
in the deepest corner where
even breathing feels too loud
and there i drift past consciousness
through fluorescent lights that
should keep me wide awake
and always fail to do so
(i’ve slept through like 6 assemblies in a row)
peace
at
last
until-
“OH MY GOD YOU WILL NOT BELIEVE-”
And somehow
through concrete walls
and noise-canceling headphones
and my legendary ability
to sleep through actual tornadoes
her voice. FINDS ME
(the AUDACITY of her volume-
she's not even LOOKING for me
just. terrorizing some other poor soul
three tables away
and still managing to pierce
my bulletproof slumber)
and. now I'm trapped here
in this. annoying space between
sleep and study
and i can do neither
and my homework mocks me
as she continues to rattle on
in the distance
and i realize
i should’ve known better-
nature's loudest force
isn't thunder
or hurricanes
or jet engines
it's just my friend
who never learned
what a whisper is
(and probably never will)