a circle’s edge

this noise above my bed an elliptical track race
an experienced diver points their toes to make a small circle — a circle of noise
an experience of noise as an object or as a consciousness
orange streamers as noise
losing power as a deeply quiet endeavor
to rectify earth’s mobility – become “the danger”
associate freedom with grass because of the word grassroots
get dirty and noisy wearing white coveralls in the pig muck

my sister’s volleyball game is imminent. I phone-called my dad who sat in a corner his beard thrown over his shoulder. these are distant sounds. resolutely I become senseless

I hear things like drops and rings– light is a bent edge. my bed covered in hair so I vacuum, a flea jumps out of the vacuum, which I chase around. I think it hits the wall which makes a thud.

becoming “terrified” which induces me to yell.
the running of mice or squirrels through the walls, noise triumphing over movement
for a few solid hours in the night

collusion being close to colliding

with eyes closed, the candle sounding like a scratch
the backfiring of cars constantly
noise is a thought. I think
pull off my socks and my feet get all cold.

Samira Abed is a Palestinian-American poet from California. She is an editor for Common Place Poetics (www.commonplacepoetics.com) a digital quarterly publication of poetics, poetry, and poetry review. You can read her work, driven by the belief in the future freedom and liberation of Palestine in the Shuruq 4.5 virtual Arab Festival, Scrivener Creative Review, Spectrum, and elsewhere.