Reflections 2015: I worry about the radio

Sometimes the reaper taps his fingertips across my skull with one hand
While squeezing my shoulder with the other

I grow numb

And I have to quickly switch off the radio
Or take my music playlists off shuffle

Because I worry about the element of surprise from radio stations
Like 30 or 40 years from now, when my parents are no longer here

What if they start to play a Bon Jovi song like “Living on a Prayer”
And then I explode into tears? It will emotionally be too much for me

It’s already too much for me now
When I hear a song by Bob Dylan or Joan Baez or Odetta

I think of my Pawpaw and how since March he’s no longer around
I can’t really say I’m confident in the acceptance of death at the end of the line

And music occasionally sparks my anxiety when I find myself contemplating those things More and more often with the gradual passage of time

Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

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