onomatopoeia

zoom, zoom
goes the muffler on the bike, riding
passed me, on the front porch
i sit, enclosed
by a white wooden frame and wire, screened in
to a room that feels full of words, but empty
of hands to press them into my skin

whirr, whirr
comes the breeze, breezing
through the gaps in the screen
lifting the hairs on my arm, toward heaven
where the hands of my grandmother still, rub
my back when i am tired

tweet, tweet
rings the chime of the phone on my lap
where disembodied love, reaches
my heart without ever, reaching
my body sitting on blue painted planks, far away
from lips to whisper words into me

glug, glug
groans the heart, pushing
blood through veins, rushing
my ears flush with red, every time
i hear my name, called
Adrienne