roar

outside there is

a low roar

that shatters the air

and moves the ground

I sit on the floor

in our living room

and watch the bulb

swing

with fingers buried

deep in the green carpet

I hold on to what’s left

from me

and I am afraid to blink

so with dry eyes

I start to count the seconds

and hold the breathe

I keep some spare air

in the brown bag

next to me