KB: Delusions of Immortality
I imagine I'm the guitar
In the photograph of you I keep--
Unchanging-- while you're in Logan;
Though I can't recall the song
You played,
I know the way your body fits
With the curves of the wood
And I know the way the light--
From your facetime calls, and the moon--
Reflects off the corners.
Your arms held my wooden body,
And your calloused fingers traced my neck
In hopes of creating a melody to hum
While we wait at different airports
Again.
This poem is about:
Me