i remember the day we danced
it was in your bedroom,
white. clean, pretty.
i remember flipping the volume as loud as possible
seeing as your parents were out.
you propped up your phone and i knocked it over
we tumbled to the ground, slid in socks
we threw hats and pretended we were more than
the specks we are.
we might have nothing to our lives
but that makes it a little more fun to live.
i remember when i played you some songs,
both that i held dear.
the first i hooked you on,
now i hold onto a single piano cover.
the video gently danced around your room as i sat in your white chair,
you on the bed.
it kissed your soul and claimed your heart
songs love us more than they do.
that's okay.
because the strawberries were sweet with our blood stained lips
summer dripping off our honest mouths.
cigarette smoke caressing the air,
wisping out like a tale never told.
cough up the truth
and then you were disappointed
when you couldn't download the song.
so i played you another, very different
this time.
it started sweet.
soulful, souls. souls are not too much,
here.
he sang with
emotion?
knowing.
then, it was loud.
boom boom boom? no.
he sang with power. might.
you may not have liked dear freddie's song
but it is art no one will
ever
understand.
and that just makes it better.
it is ours, it is his, it is no ones. not truly.
it's so odd
how wavy vibration light
can make a heart go wild
a brain go haywire
a foot fly loose
a tongue snap faster
maybe i want to be a song.
not to sing, to play, to write,
to be.
that's all i really want, for now.
later i might think of something else.
but you can do anything with a song
and i love
whatever
i do with it. i think. okay,
that's all!
-jb
escapril day 3: incorporate music
