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
a creaking hinge on a door
to another part of this world
where new possibilities
and connections float in.