The Clock Ticking

I can only hear the clock ticking at certain points

The noise from the fan mostly covers it

If I turn the fan off, I can hear all of it, time

But some of it is still louder

I remember being twelve

in my own room, newly painted lilac

I remember hearing it in the dark

Then, I took it down

I put it out in the other room

Now I’ve put it up myself

It’s a different clock, from my husband

We set it up right but now it’s slow

I won’t take it down until we move

I won’t