Treble

Blue jeans, soaked above an inch,

Walking to the beat of

Squeaking soles, the only sound;

The world is out of tune,

I’ve learned to tune it out.

One button left undone,

The turning of a head

Defines me—in apologies,

Half-spoken glances

Call me by a name.

These strangers, their coats,

Their home away from Home.

Pages in a book

I’ve never read, verses

In a song I’ve never sung.

Frozen wind, hide my hands,

Crunching ice beneath my shoe;

The Cold berates and stains in

Blood, strangled

By the clef around my throat.