Poem Iv
There was a keyboard
And then there was an open book
On top of that, a taunting cursor
And also a feather-tipped pen.
And then I saw piano keys,
And gadgets and knobs with teeth
And foreign words and tongues
With the tang of bitter history
And I didn’t know what to say
I didn’t know if I was qualified
So I crouched down on the asphalt,
Clawed at it ‘til my fingers bled
And scratched my sad little thoughts
into the earth and out of my head.
Copyright © Mina Turi Kustas | Year Posted 2020
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