AM

i.

in the curtained radio room static

replaces air

chest, breath, existence — 

sunken

the ceiling fan keeps time

for one more measure, one more measure, one more measure,

until The Unbearable Song is written and i am carried away

through thin layers of beige dry wall

ii.

my only friend

the singer 

humming quietly underground

with perfect pitch

hoping no one will hear

in the room below, i press my ear to the ceiling ...

iii. 

sound fills air

air fills lung

inhale 

now,

never let go