One stop
sign, two
spritzes of rosewater, three
sips of iced mint
tea, four
acoustic guitar tunes, five
kisses on the lips—we
almost got away with a sixth.
acoustic
Day 2,822
Take off
the wheels,
hang the amputated
boards on a café wall.
If you don’t want
opinions, don’t go
on display. Rent the piano
in the public library
for an hour so you can play
inside a sealed chamber. Or,
collect yourself
into a scream
that will skate outside.