Last night, the ceiling above me ached
with dance. Music dripped down the walls
like rain in a broken house. My eyes followed
the couple's steps from one corner
to the other, pictured the press of two chests
against soft breathing, bodies slipping
in and out of candlelight. The hurt
was exquisite. In my empty bed, I dreamed
the record's needle pointed into my back,
spinning me into no one's song.
2014
Shorty
Contemporary
2021
Music & Sports
Poems of the Everyday
Personification
the attribution of human qualities to a non-human thing