Watch

By Branson Neuman

I hate the word watch.
I’d rather say
time
piece.
As if it’s a piece of time.
As if humans could purportedly,
Possibly,
Perceive the universal significance of time.
As if we could contain and retain a moment.
A man made and constructed thought.
As if temporal quintessence is something a Rollie or AP could tell me.
I’m a victim to invicta indicative of a sickness.
To think
I could place this concept on my wrist.
As if I could wear it.
As if I could rewind it.
As if I could catch it.
As if I could

stop it.

With a nice

Watch.