Creamy butter dust
covers sleek records
1950's tunes, hidden in ridges
In my nose
forces a bunny's wiggle
when volume of dust
comes alive with melodies
Grandma gives a squeeze
to my shoulder
ready for a waltz
about her room.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Eilatan
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