Sharing Ears I


sitting in his room

hearing his music
with no earphones.
sitting on a train
music on my macBook
two ears close
side by side
plugged in earphones.
shouldn’t be me on
this seat.
she says, at least it’s not
his sheets.
she’s not a painting
like the ones on his wall
and if he touched her
she’d come to life.
she can’t hide
but there’s a list
of things she sees
hears and likes
music things
speaking of which
after the setlist she heard
him play
her heart squealed,
“the music found me.”

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