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Category: My poems

POEM: RCA

RCA

cleaning up
an old hard drive
I clicked on
an unlabeled mp3

your voice
rushed from the speakers
punched through my chest
took my breath with it

it shouldn’t
surprise me
but it does
every time

most days are good
some aren’t
I worry the ceiling
is lower than it was

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21 September 2021
Greensboro VT

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phantoms

If you called would I go back? Of course. But that call is never coming, no matter how many state lines I cross. “I think I’m getting over it,” I told my sister. As if it ever goes away. We add each tragedy to our nervous system like an organ transplant. The body never rejects these phantoms. It’s only too happy to pump blood into the past. There’s a trail of red in my rearview mirror.

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