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)