Down the hall a constant drilling whirs all day right up to six pm the dust of plaster being drilled then knocked off the walls dust settling everywhere in the corridor from elevator into my apartment
dust footprints on my dark wooden floor trailing away into a disappearing body
is that you, my muse, all day calling me loudly what I take for noise your calling saying peace is not out there but in you in you in you my child listen carefully, the walls are coming down
Laura Merleau (Instagram: @Poetry_My_Yoga Facebook: Poetry My Yoga) lives in Texas with her mother, sister, and puppy. For the last five years, she taught AP Language and Composition at a high school in China. Upon returning from China, she fell and broke her foot–but is recovering and slowly hoping to return to doing yoga. Laura’s poetry has appeared in The Stillwater Review, The Monarch Review, and Sharkreef. Her favorite dessert is strawberry shortcake, made with gluten-free biscuits and topped with almond yogurt instead of whipped cream (it may not sound very decadent, but really it’s amazing)!
