photo by Richard Avedon
Chet Baker Sang
in velvety slender voice
thin on gender identification
thick with fracture-able delicacy
scared it could fall away forever at it’s very next note.
Wispy high clouds of mellifluous tones,
you shatter all comfort in how securely
a crumbly honeyed hope
should be delivered.
the sugared stairs,
My Funny Valentine.
You too, Little Girl Blue,
the ear awaits the pitch of pain.