losing a bedroom

in the bottom drawer of my childhood dresser
beneath some stuff wrapped in tissue paper
i found my yellow sony walkman;
an artifact like those dug up in farmer’s fields.

during high school i strung it up
on my headboard with elastic bands
and fell asleep listening
to albums like “psalm 69″ or “bleach”.

….

my parents are in the next room
getting ready for bed;
whispering about michael jackson specials
river rocks, shrubs and mango ice cream.

the case snaps together, music plays.
tonight i will stuff it under a pillow
and listen
to suppress sounds of lumbering movement