Floyd

My father scratches CDs and sandpapers vinyl
He leaves the burnt bits of water in the pan after a fresh boil
He cooks his alfredo with a bit too much garlic
And in the evenings he danced to Floyd

He played hide and go seek with lost leukocytes
His glasses are fogged with Marlboro reds
He could not fathom using his college degree
And in the evenings he danced to Floyd



 

Anna Tringale

NC

17 years old

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