Pinwheel
written by: Antonia Wang
@tuttysan
The clarinet won’t sing
without forced air,
and ivory missed the rainbow
of a pinwheel.
It’s not your first choice, but still…
It’s less dire than to watch
you hyperventilate.
Electrodes can’t surf
but they call tell
of the drowning of a heart
at a spiking wave.
I am saved
on the shoulders of a violin
moaning at a safe distance,
aching at the touch
of bow to string.
The flashing lights are retro-disco.
We can dance in the same room
as long as you blink
and stay for the whole song
and help me be strong
as you unlock the wind.