Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Cover Song

Cover Song

When I sing your song
my voice breaks where yours breaks

meaning the sudden splinter in your throat
that morning you recorded it

was contagious

I have replicated the small pain
your voice gave away while reaching
for the second verse

Oh the virus of longing
that flits from throat to throat

and evaporates

like the basic white butterfly outside
my car window that reveals itself

to be two white butterflies
who part

and equally carry their pallor
into the flowers

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