Music in a room warms
your blood,
splits your dry lips so
one round red drop
(an island)
escapes;
Waves of strings, or loops
The composer, you recall
asking instead of fries, a side
of broccoli, covered in mustard,
her music in a room full
of loops or strings, splits
your dry lips, so
one small red
drop escapes
an island
asking instead of the chandelier
Danger, danger;
the afterlife is here:
by white folding
chair legs, music
splitting your
dry island, a side of red
loops, or strings
saying warm, instead your
round blood.
