Drink orange juice
Smoke a cigarette
Pay a parking ticket.
Take all of the wedding gifts
From the shelves, replace them with books
The dyslexic memories linger
In a layer of dust.
There is now
A gray photo of my Russian grandfather
Framed in skin colored wood.
I never knew him
And I love him more
Than my useless parents.
I have never travelled
Outside of these
Sunday morning rolls in
With the serenity of a piano’s voice
Those tiny soft hammers
The black and white keys
The smiles of
Adorn the walls
Of my otherwise
Empty little head.