Monday, April 11, 2022


I've heard it 
so often, I believe 
without blinking:

how all of time 
and space 
have converged 

to make 
just the tiniest 
crescent-shaped edge 

of my brittle 
and milky-white left
pinky finger nail. 

But it makes me 
so nervous, I could chew it 
to shreds

when I apprehend these
minuscule melodies 
in me

without having seized 
on the artistry 
to see 

whose subtle fingers 
may yet swiftly 

and depress 
the right keys 
to release them.