I spent hours on the floor,
Cheek mashed against the Persian carpet,
Red wool, itchy in that way that felt alive,
The nap short and prickly under my palm.
My father’s speakers were made by him,
Waist high and triangular,
Corner speakers covered with nubby cloth,
Rough material and carpet,
I memorized everything.
Through the warp and weft,
Bessie Smith, Burl Ives, Gilbert & Sullivan,
The Music Man, Tom Leher, Louis Armstrong
Tit willow, be prepared, here kitty,
Empty bed blues, seventy-six trombones, moon river,
Living inside my father’s speakers,
My secret world pouring over me – sublime.


About Avery Cassell

Avery Cassell is a genderqueer San Francisco writer, poet, cartoonist, and artist who grew up in Iran. They live with their Maine Coon cat, Lulu, and bake yeasted waffles every Sunday morning. Behrouz Gets Lucky is their first novel. You can find their erotic short stories sprinkled in various anthologies, including Best Lesbian Erotica 2015 and Sex Still Spoken Here. Avery is currently working on a book of more of Behrouz and Lucky's shenanigans, a memoir, and an illustrated early reader children's book about a eight year old transgender boy and his family.
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