Tagged: refuge

how do i say this –

how do i say this –
these opening chords have
shipwrecked my first
city refuge, the entire
studio rests teeter-
tottering between
april and may,
in the glow
of a single bulb
and you, playing
Durango Kid
on my speakers,
hardwood floors
chasing those
arpeggios, letting
the tea boil over –
everywhere i am,
these waves push
me back