if you can find me--

my piano

.

in the middle of
an invasion, snoW//FlaKes touching asphalt
with their soft-gloved wombs,
i sit

at the piano,
shadeS Of Solace
in bruised spots, between keys
& melodies,
along the edge, daughter in bed already

“i’ll play quietly” i say
she nods “it’s ok mom”
& i realize,

i’m still there, in accidentals, note lines,
dangling fragile from the highest point
& crash like powder into nothing
but myself,

inside, beneath an even surface,
bend//iNg deeper, silence still
has tunes & switching off the light,
i hum, quietly– craCKing
under weight & know,

HiM, in every whisper
on my tongue, spilled from narrows to overFlow
and–

“don’t stop playing” she shouts from the first floor
as i close the lid “i won’t” i smile,
“i won’t”
& then just sit,

hands loosely
on my thighs,
(he called me snowqueen in the kitchen yesterday
because of ice pearls, burying their cool cheeks
in my hair), & every open chord

—-falls–

———–easy–

curls between the space,
my flattened breath, and i–
lean care/FuLL
toward him

.

and yeah..it’s OpenLinkNight again where we get really crazy about poetry… no theme…no specific form, just write something and join the fun…we open the doors at 3pm EST…

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