Seasoning
It took me by surprise
as some songs do. I’d filtered
them so carefully, fearful
that your favourites
would dynamite my chest causing
fallout from my eyes.
After the explosion I knew
not to trust
a foreign title again.
But, after that first time, I played it
when my heartbeat was steady
and my hands were fixed
firmly on the wheel.
Now when I hear it
my eyes flick back and to
between tarmac and mirror
and the deaf part of my brain lists
butter and coffee and
the next piece is playing
and both have to be rewound
and the same thing happens.
Then happens again.