band aids

I go through triple a batteries like band aids

because when my world feels cold 

and I lay down with my hands still cold against my chest

and the sounds around me no longer make music from their melodies

that's when they come on 

the soft cushions like a soft kiss against my ears.

A rush of music 

a tug of something inside of me finally ripping at the sadness.

 It's always there to elucidate the pain.

 Make it real. Make it some how less. 
Tape of the melodic music holds me together
wraps around me tightly like the arms of God. 
How can that be?
I wonder too much as I pull the headphones closer
and hold the music tighter
feeling somehow safe.

-k.p.b. 

3:23AM
Tues. 
2016