This slick black Pontiac,

which traversed Route 66,

when that was still a thing.

 

You twist your key in the ignition,

but it won’t.

 

This mother-of-pearl music box,

whose metallic teeth composed a melody

which you can still recall.

 

You wind the gear to make it play,

but it won’t.

 

This still-ticking heart,

which could once

explode with love.

 

An explosion needs ignition,

but you’ve forgotten how to play.

 

If you want to play again,

go back to the beginning.

 

_________

A writer from Boston, Matthew Goldberg is the author of an unpublished Sukkot-themed novella, as well as an unpublished chapbook of poems rooted in Israel. His work has appeared in Paper Brigade Daily, Hatikvah Magazine, Pomegranate Tent Review, and Write-Haus (forthcoming). For all the latest, you can follow him on Instagram @mattwhowrites

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