by Alysia Harris
... I feared the croak of silence
and felt myself unraveling
by the rhyme
But I promised my loneliness
that one day
I would write myself
a glass essay
and then I would love like
it
can't
break
I prayed Lord
give me
good legs
and an open road
Lord
give me
a juggernaut heart
and a Japanese car
and benevolent change
And yesterday,
yesterday
under the honesty of 60 watt light bulbs
and eye worn passages
There
There was my story
Happy endings, superimposed
looking final
and unchallenged
So joy is in the song...
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