headphone baby

Happy again. Also: trying to write a paper again. So, I wrote a poem instead.

headphone baby

headphone wire
an umbilical string
birthing and being born to
music
words in, thoughts out
thoughts in, words out
free at the edges
mixing
music, my mother
my daughter, music

(Psst... I love comments. They make me feel validated. Not really... but... a little bit?)

x a.h.

P.S. I feel like I should try to draw this. I kind of see a buddha-esque abstract baby. Kind of psychedelic. This actually came from me accidentally sitting on my wire (because I'm a mess like that) and being like "hey..." So yeah, now I've destroyed any sense of sophistication that a random person reading this blog might have been tempted to attribute to me.

Yup, definitely flattering myself there...