to harmonize our voices
you assume our consonance
which is not always
apparent to the ear
we cut the words
and sentences out of
four other people's stories
demand ransom from ourselves
it pens us in
keeps us in check
locking the parts together
making their rearrangement illegal
we gather in song
collect voices like scraps
washed up on shore
worn smooth by seawater
Thursday, March 26, 2009
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