A cracked straw instead of the 
commemorative cup

A rash where the 
bandage was stuck

Scrapbooks filled with electrode stickers 
and parking garage receipts 

Emptied plastic sleeves whose cookies 
were reduced to crumbs 
and whose taste my tongue has forgotten

The pulsing cacophony of 
machine rhythms 
keeps vibrating in my brain
long after the
connections are severed