WHICH REALITY, FRIEDA ROSE? (August Postcard Poetry 2018)

She skims inside the grooves

of the vinyl LP

Needle gliding across

the tracks of her life

scatting cacophony

discordant sounds

All at the wrong speed

The bass up way too high.

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