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.