When I knew for sure I wanted to be
Nina Simone’s piano keys and not
the President of these Unaltered States
our troubles redoubled ringing in my ear
better to be a simple
willing tool of
actual genius.
All the nations of Winter went to war
with the nations of the other seasons
based on a platform that
personification of the calendar is
an extension of madness
anyway.
Lighting three cigarettes
for the patriarch’s trinity
Nina pressed out another threnody
on the starlight hidden in my spine.
--Paul Koniecki
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