If Noise is War

If noise is war than today I am a participant too. I began my morning with my favorite curse CUNT, CUNT, CUNT, I shouted it louder and louder.

 As the cursing part of my brain glowed neon pink and green. Like picking off an itchy scab, I couldn't stop myself. 

I began crashing the steel garbage can lid onto to the metal body over and over like a manic monkey.  Monday morning 4:30 AM. This was how I started my day.

"Just getting the neighbors back for ruining my weekend," I said. "For the pandemic and the bad mood and the no such thing as a weekend for weeks."