by Cori Matusow
Keith Richards Loop
When Keith wrote the riff
to Satisfaction in his sleep,
he wasn’t sure he didn’t steal it
from someone else’s dream. Kids
with guitars fantasize about one day
being household names, like Cuisinart
or Nespresso. Imagine sharing
every meal, every morning
with someone who loves
you. That’s the dream reel
of every pop song, why we run
our playlists on repeat. Earworms
of our lives are called grooves
for a reason. Music is the hammer
of the gods we let shimmy us
into being. We tell ourselves
stories (call it prayer) in the dark,
get out of bed, duckwalk into the day,
our pockets full, bellies fat with all
of it, just everything.
Second son of a second-generation Baltimore Sicilian who shared the same Americanized first name, Sam Prestianni is a writer, musician, filmmaker, Humanities educator, and founder of 21stcenturylearning.com.
Cori Matusow is a New York-based writer and photographer. Recent essays, short stories, and photographs have been published in the New Croton Review, Superpresent, Blink-Ink, and Penumbra. Cori has a forthcoming publication in under the gum tree. www.corimatusow.com.