Joshua Keiter

Thrift store full of
increasingly upscale
guitars and equipment

my mind spends
the bulk of my nap
trying to assemble

bells and wires that
have come unattached
when hung up the string 

resembles numbers
from zero to nine
even in my dreams

I’m unpacking toys
from folded boxes
molded plastic 

and wires not made 
for fingers to untie
the child puts two

and two together
unwinds the screw
except gets upset

to see them apart