I always felt inadequate around her

she tickled a piano like a child

composing a beautiful laughter in the winded chest

of a string instrument with no agenda

these are the times that I’m grateful for huge siblings that see everything

global surveillance

for these chance moments that are only ever recreated

in scripts mandated to what we wish for

reeling in net-fulls of the hopeless that

though have had their hopes tested are unmoved

their hearts caressed and back-rubbed out of

the misery of a reality that is only so if it an be seen on a screen

who’s Eden stands in the clay of a dream