frame

by amy sharp


I constantly have to remind myself that I am not inside of a film.
Bang my head on the table like someone would do in a movie
right after they did something stupid.
For the 30th time.
Gosh, that hurt.
I must be fine. 
But there is always music behind me when I walk around,
when you are with me.
I have a soundtrack. 
If you press your ear to my heart.
If you pull me close,
It plays. 
It fucking roars.