Atmospheric sound was a distancing mechanism.

She could only think in fragments —

dancing in a room of mirrors,

heaving through a noisy finish line,

smudging a perplexed white canvas with coal pencil,

they meld into indistinct colors,

indecipherable

“jack of all trades, master of none” creates dissonance,

bloodless war, need to cross-off,

sitting in a New York coffee shop, fragments

tear inside her mind

mech—

ani —

cal.