MUSED Literary Magazine.
Poetry

Ear Worm

Terri Simon

The song crawls into my ears,
music notes, like pitons,
climb further into my brain
and set up base camp.
The wolves in my head
worry at it, gnawing
and trying to shake it loose.
I throw distractions at it,
tossing other tunes, like stones,
to chase it off,
attempting anything
to dislodge it,
like any other obsession
thatís buried too deep
or lived too long.