"Sound" by Kassie Shanafelt

 

My boyfriend asks if people ever write poems about the way the bus sounds. I can’t make that noise with my mouth, but it sounds like it feels when you finally get to your stop. It’s that sigh of relief that’s suddenly energetic. It sounds like the sucking noise your boots make when you take them off at the door. It’s like the soft blow your bed makes hitting the bed fame when you dive right in. It sounds like the noise of your neighbors shuffling around uncomfortably drifting in through the walls. It sounds restless. It sounds like a destination. It sounds like home.