6/5/12

LOST IN THE CHORDS
By Maelina Frattaroli



I met you at moonlight
By the grace of MTA
When February had no end,
When subway nights melded into days.
Together, we sang the all-too familiar.
Love. Laughter. Loss.

Blue Eyes, you're so god damn far
Do you know I'm here with you?
You still stand next to her
Chained by her witchery
Her blonde locks and bribery,
Lost in the chords of her air guitar.


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Maelina isn't a fan of writing bios; they're so impersonal. But, here goes. She's a lover of words and all things garlic. She'll be forever inspired by Tom Waits and Neil Diamond. She also has a relentless phobia of moths.