Music from Vinyl

Music from vinyl. 
It’s a miracle really. 

God, I just want to fly.   

No actually, I want to run
and pant 
and sweat
and pound
and fly.

I read a book slowly. 
A word with each breath.
I pieced together a story.  

My desk is piled with objects, 
but I haven't sorted them. 

Untranslated French, 
Untranslated calculus, 
untranslated comics,
and tea cups, 

a banal stack, 
high and heavy enough, 
to be precarious.

God, give me wings. 

No actually, I want a pair of feet. 
I want the mountain under them
as I sing.