Elegy to the Key of E Flat
You sterilize your palms with l'air du temps,
pulse staccato as at least two of Chopin's Etudes.
You pace around the piano, gait an arpeggio of autumnal equinox
the patent collapse of the color wheel's west side,
the novice of primary school and prime numbers
and your piece misprinted on the program.
The boy you kiss after curtain call
says your name an octave up.
In the waltz of grace notes and gracious Spanish
you finish first.
About the Author: Laura Ingram is a tiny girl with large glasses. Her poetry and prose have been published in thirty-seven literary magazines, among them Juked Literary Journal, Jet Fuel Review, The Cactus Heart Review, Noise Medium, Assonance Lit, Canvas, and Forest for the Trees. Laura loves Harry Potter and Harry Styles, and hopes to be some sort of bird when she becomes.