In the Recurrent Key of

in the recurrent key of

in the recurrent key of
loss, we pick up dumb
instruments, focus
all peripherals on the faint
rhythmic blur of one another’s
hearts

the tendency to
outrun today
in search of tomorrow starts
as a tremolo hidden
in the pit of anger

there are no notes
to rival the scale of
morphine it will take
to pinch off this sadness
.

Yi-Ching Lin

Posted over on her site Yi's Bits on "Healthy Doses"