2011 winter poetry heaveninbouts

by Nicolas A. Destino

When I finally make it inside the violin there will be room
and it will be nothing like my studio apartment, there will
be no need for futons. There will be a soundpost for pole
dancing and a bassbar for hanging my clothes. When
someone hits a g minor chord in first position I will
disintegrate cell by cell.

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