Hard
This one is sentimental
but if I name it hard
you’ll know it’s like us
from the mountains
but if I name it hard
you’ll know it’s like us
from the mountains
and from mysteries
greater than ourselves
our stories in whispers
and shared glances
the singing sisters
all radio shows ruined
by eye contact
erupting into laughter
the air teeming with secrets
inaudible but distracting
they could not contain us then
they could not contain us now
with our minds full of insolence
and our pockets full of coal.
our stories in whispers
and shared glances
the singing sisters
all radio shows ruined
by eye contact
erupting into laughter
the air teeming with secrets
inaudible but distracting
they could not contain us then
they could not contain us now
with our minds full of insolence
and our pockets full of coal.
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Love the feeling of camaraderie here, along with notes of rebellion, especially the last two lines “with our minds full of insolence/and our pockets full of coal.” YES!
Really enjoyed this
Love this. Those last four lines—pure gold.
Thank you all so much!