Sunday, 3 a.m.
I play strong,
say strong, but
the moment I
have a moment
unquiet questions burble,
surface – boiling pot
forgotten, steam stinging:
A kettle singing
songs of regret.
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This is a sonic pow. Would be cool as a memorized bit for the mic.
Thank you, Lisa – and I think I’ll give this a go!
Chapbook image of the boiling over pot… 🫖 I can see it!