Alphabet City

It’s a selfish act which leads me to my selflessness

cc: CC ‘23

Segovia on vinyl, even as
the slight hiss of dust 
passes under the needle,
still is sublime

cc: CC ‘23

I save the streamers from today’s party, so I have something to wave 
in tomorrow’s wind

cc: CC ‘23

I want to be around 
at 107, still on the dial
like an FM station,
albeit with reception
slightly spotty

cc: Chagall ‘23

What startle - frighten most
are fragments of me I glimpse 
in reflecting surfaces
around

cc: CC ‘22

Think
the bottom
light

cc: CC ‘22

On Christmas Eve,
my prayers - my heart -  to those 
in the eye of Blitzen

For timing 
is surprise is 
everything

cc: CC '22

If my Grandfathers
Mike and Carmine
were still alive I
would buy us all
matching flannel shirts
to wear this Christmas Eve

cc: Chagall '22 

My grandmother who has passed, has taken over my body to execute her Christmas recipes

There in the beveled corners of the old glass panes
and splayed upon the sills, tiny rainbows everyday

cc: CC '22