Jammed circuitry and rubber
Touching the tympanic membrane
Replicating
But don't replace
The rainfall and cricket chirps
That may, in some vain hope,
Calm my neurons and synapses
To sleep. My carteledge aches
From the outer shells.

One day soon
I will lie in my own,
Where I will know each scratch
And creak
And moan from below
As my own,
And I can rest
In my own home.