sit down
sit the fuck down
stop squirming
stop shifting, sifting, stirring
it seems all I do is shift, sift and stir
sometimes the stillness stirs it all up
sometimes I am only still when I’m stirred up
write when you’re happy
angry
silent
and there it is again
the silence
stirring up the seemingly salient parts of me
I’m not congress with myself
stilted
I’m my own brief accord
slivered into pieces I can see in the stillness,
the silence.