Valentines Day, 2014

Cold Camden Town,
basement kitchen.
Breath freezing.
Steam rising,

from a coffee cup.

I climb the stairs
of my broken-down house.
Hair disheveled.
Face unshaven.
Legs stiff and unyielding.

The heater has taken

that chill from my room.
Plastic window covering,
Cars move outside.

I place a twelve inch
on the turntable.

Forget Me Nots,

by Patrice Rushen.
It’s for you.

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