I Feel Stereophonic

you open your mouth in another room & music plays
 
the door closes          this is exactly how I want it
 
I'm sorry that I'm only one planet          all that I know
 
seems like an accident          me throwing darts
 
at a board I can't see          I feel discovered
 
then undiscovered          human then something different
 
there is music in this room too          there are ghosts
 
& clouds in the dark           so close the door quietly         
 
tell me again how memory is just a necessary fiction
 
I'm so superstitious          I aim my tape recorder
 
at everything I don't want to forget          what I mean is:
 
my priorities are misaligned        

Nicholas Bon lives in Tallahassee and edits Epigraph Magazine. Their chapbook, My Circus Mouth, is forthcoming from Ghost City Press, and recent poems can be found in Yes Poetry, (b)OINK, Dream Pop Journal, and elsewhere. Visit them online at nicholasbon.com or on twitter @1000000horses.