The Boy in the Bubble by Stuart Beveridge

I’m going to Graceland, again.
The needle’s psst! grabs my attention,

before a pause – just a slither
of a held breath,

but it echoes like a canyon,
a gasping void of pure anticipation.

Finally, The Boy in the Bubble’s
accordion exhales,

a creaking hinge on a door
to another part of this world

where new possibilities
and connections float in.