Ferdinand the Bull
Sonya Lustig

Today I note the toughness of my skin
As I overcook the chicken
Air swollen, rising
The pianist inside me plays on
Hands boiling in the heat of the keys
Arms flapping like wings above the instrument
This year, September stays in Oakland for 62 days
The caveman in the sidewalk hushed
As people make themselves back into bodies
There was a stiffness in my shoulders
When I held myself up, bled down like a candle


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