blue music
sweeps
itself
below
the floor
lush velvet
of her
voice
erupting
from the
radio
the rumble
of thunder
breaking
Anita’s song—
so much
rapture
pouring
from her
throat
it’s been
so long
the night
is long
too Anita
I see
the husks
of white
moths
who mistook
the lightbulb
for an
open flame