by Kay Ryan
Every part of us
alerts another part.
Press a spot in
the tender arch and
feel the scalp
twitch. We are no
match for ourselves
but our own release.
Each touch
uncatches some
remote lock. Look,
boats of mercy
embark from
our heart at the
oddest knock.
In high school, Felix owned an air-brushed Queensrÿche jean jacket. About thirteen years later, he got the band to autograph it.
Felix may be done with heavy metal, but the music always seems to find him.
In the seventh grade, Felix made a replica of Steve Vai's guitar in Shop class. It remains in his room at his parents' house. And it remains awesome.
