Appeared in The Press June, 2009:
I’m a water bird trapped in the bellows
of a piano accordion.
In my walnut brain
a migraine of box headed musicians thumps.
Love song, thud song, an incessant canto of
It’s a peaceful lie
that God can distribute love on my behalf,
wrap it in a clean tea towel, crush it with
a rolling pin,
then scatter crumbs
in a trail that doesn’t lead to me.