Norwegian Wood & Swedish Furntiture
a wafted songbird & IKEA
By Kayla Frances MurrayPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read
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my dad passed –
and by that I only mean that he died –
and afterwards
the speakers in his condo
reverberated
when I awoke I was alone
this bird had flown
and I hadn’t thought he had liked
The Beatles
or the Florida palmetto bugs
in that case
nor cases of beer
at fourteen years sober
token in hand to prove it
I left my change with the barman
a few days later
to cope by way of a Tinder date &
five Blue Moons
& a bare-footed guitarist sang
Isn’t it nice – Norwegian Wood?
and I cried
at the moment of
transcendental comfort
a few months later
I picked up an IKEA dresser
my neighbors had thrown out
And I thought
Isn’t it nice?
to have bearings again
and blessings from
a wafted songbird
About the Creator
Kayla Frances Murray
🙞 Southeastern US-based writer/poetess 🙜
Comments (1)
Well written!