Talk Something Different

    I decided to play it safe this time. Instead of asking poor strangers if Jeffery Epstine really killed himself, or if the moon landing was fake, or speaking in Pig Latin, or saying everything backward, or using the ancient, advanced language of whistling, I chose to force poor shopkeepers trying to save up for gas money if they’d play a song with me.

     I brought my sister along because I was afraid. She played the kazoo, and I an ocarina. We brought a box of three percussion instruments for the strangers to play: A small drum, a bag of marbles, and one of those wooden snakes.

     I chose to talk differently with music because it’s a poem with no words, and you can say so much more.