pov: a commenter on your r/ptsdhumor meme has just alerted you that you have tinnitus

all i said was what if you wanted to relax
                your back and shoulder muscles but god said
                                the body keeps the score? & all of a sudden
                                                i am paying attention & i’ve got all this
                                                                ringing in my ears. i shouldn’t be surprised—
                                                                                i still can’t tell if heat is friend or foe

Issue 3

https://manyworlds.place/issue-3/nat-raum/

by nat raum

Note: This work is best viewed on a widescreen device.


all i said was what if you wanted to relax
                your back and shoulder muscles but god said
                                the body keeps the score? & all of a sudden
                                                i am paying attention & i’ve got all this
                                                                ringing in my ears. i shouldn’t be surprised—
                                                                                i still can’t tell if heat is friend or foe

                                                                                or maybe frenemy, as my shoulders only
                                                                relax into spasms on the holy heating pad.
                                                one eardrum whines especially sharply
                                & then blacks out for a minute or so
                like god or whoever took a spike
to my cochlea. i am half vibrations,

half empty room, all born of things
                i wish i didn’t have to remember still.
                                then as fast as stop hearing, i find sounds
                                                again, still tense, still tingling. & i teem
                                                                with the source of the tension, waiting
                                                                                                for the rancor, for the ringing.


nat raum is a disabled artist, writer, and genderless disaster based on unceded Piscataway and Susquehannock land in Baltimore. They’re an MFA candidate and also the editor-in-chief of fifth wheel press. Past publishers of their writing include Broadkill Review, Corporeal Lit, and ANMLY. Find them online: natraum.com/links