by Andrew Cox

Smaller birds with longer wings my father sings in a key only the dead can master. My mother rolls her deceased eyes at him and sings it’s always the quiet ones. Somewhere between a major and minor key my dad and mom perform their duet as the soundtrack to my sleep. The methods they use to establish the key to their serenade are the tonic’s well-kept secret. I should have named you a different name my mom almost chants things would have been better. As for being in the key of the tonic my mom and dad seem compelled to drive its chariot into their masterpiece. My dad presses his lips to the mic and sings longer wings and smaller birds. We all need someone to die for.

Bio: Andrew Cox is the author of The Equation That Explains Everything, (BlazeVOX [Books] 2010), the chapbooks, This False Compare (2River View, 2020) and Fortune Cookies (2River View, 2009) and the hypertext chapbook, Company X (Word Virtual, 2000). He edits UCity Review.