Poem: Self Like Music

I wish I had legs like Electric Six
kicking and screaming and
loud against
an apartment ceiling at three in the morning
obnoxious dancers
never appropriate for the situation


I wish I had fingers like Boards of Canada
measured and careful in
strong rhythms
textured in time that resets itself strangely
before retreating
into shapes playing at silence


I wish I had breath like Action Bronson
heavy and rugged from
life’s work
heaved into every room with unflinching presence
giant’s breath
big enough to carry dreams


I wish I had dreams like Ratatat
with parts played backwards
echoed hopes
voiceless from being torn to buzzing pieces
maybe then
I wouldn’t sleep so much


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