
she wrapped jazz around her body
rented a room for blues on the back-alley of her tongue
musica she yelled as plates and cups flew through the air
i found refuge behind a sonata sofa
that her mother gave her ex-husband
now I know why the guy left.
MUSICA DAME LA MUSICA
honey, I do not have it in me, with me, within me... on me, under me.
Maybe above me.
A vase swooshes and crashes against the wall.
Crawling to safety I found the rocking chair we bought at the Salvation Army when we were dating and slid underneath.
ROCK AIN'T GONNA SAVE YOU!
baby, I might as well give it a try...
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