silent body
tangled up legs and laughs
were enough to sustain my growing
bones, enough to keep the foundation
strong.
strength is found in silence, or
so you told me, your body
brazen and bold, mine quiet
and subdued to you, the
sun.
my mom sang songs in
our badly aged kitchen, songs
that took me to far away places
and cradled me to sleep at
night.
but a song only last so
long. until the alto’s voice
croaks to the rumble of the earth,
and the soprano cracks beneath
the stage lights. until
you cracked my
lights.
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