Poem: Obstinate

over and over the

piano ostinato. the universe blows

a whole in your face

several, in fact. enough, so that

you can breathe and talk. that, no

doubt, was some kind of cosmic

joke, a mistake - a difficult choice or

chance, a hard habit to

break. the new song rides

in on the old wave of what you

just heard. it sounds absurd,

but then again, it doesn’t.

the same piano…