My mind is a musty record crate.
Schlepped around. Only exposed to
monthly swap meets, and nostalgic nights.

Brush decades of debris
from my mental music (re)collection,
hoping to add freshly-dug earworms
to proven, fossilized melodies.

Casting moldy bait in binary streams,
I hook the next big one-
come face-to-face with its urgency,
though I am no longer in any rush.

Image credit:Jenn Zed

Jordan Trethewey is the poet laureate of Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. He has published work with many small online and print publications internationally, and his work has been translated in Vietnamese, Farsi, and French. He would be bewildered to know you are reading this right now, but would also be secretly pleased. :)

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