trauma sounds

is it the old wiring buzzing, some frayed knot,
loosely bundled in asbestos-filled cotton candy,
eager to spark?

or those damn energy efficient bulbs
bought a decade ago
with their morbid sense of color,
haunting glow with every mirror-glance?

maybe it’s the breaker. hub of wires overloaded,
overworked, overwhelmed.
exhausted, making sense of tragedy?

flip the switch.
the buzzing is gone!
and so is the light.