Someone else heard this buzzing and called it a B flat.
Someone else heard Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
and I still did not come to you. I heard be the juice and
chose apple. I heard a tuning fork and harmonized hum
hum hum god the sound of my voice was blue as sky.
blue blue blue as sky. Someone else knew how to swim
like a kite and still be tethered to the ground.
Someone else was
the ground and the quick callous on the finger from
the string. A sharp line. Someone else was the wind
twirling like a warm-up, an arpeggio clear as a flute.
As a B flat, as a summoning, as a come to me, as an
I told you my name, please hear it please hear it.
Someone else heard this buzzing and knew it
right away and knew
what to do with it.