Saturday, March 2, 2013


I like to think headphones get tangled because they’ve been dancing.

Right and left
A bond of more than plastic.
lovers in rhythm
wired to one another forever.

And when they sing their songs
They’re whispering through my head
Calling out to each other
Pouring love through my veins.

Those serenades are sweeter than the seven-train home.
They make me glow.