Monday, May 2, 2016

WUNDERKIND

I believe it when they say—all of time!
and space 

had to congeal—right here
to make

just the tiniest, serrated edge 
of this 

milky and brittle 
right 

pinky finger-
nail.

And yet, it only makes me 
nervous

and hot—as all 
hell 

to feel 
that there should be 

so many little 
indiscriminate melodies in me—

which only 
her small 

fingers know—how
to play well.

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