What's The Deal With Friction?
Static poem
nibbling at your fingers
nature's own static cling
its energy lingers
in almost everything
hints of barb, spinning, zinging
attached without a wire
discs igniting, rotating
a palpable, flameless fire
rising without effort
like a snake coiled for a fight
it shocks more than it hurts
as its bark turns into a bite
each sensation is different
each time feels like the first
this low amping current
shock and awes' attempt to flirt
low vibrations exciting
as its energies surge
draws you in, so inviting
until the skin and sting merge
a slight snap, crackle or pop
delivers a shock to the senses
all defences are dropped
and our body expresses
our obvious discontent
at positive and negative charges
this connection without consent
when electricity discharges
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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