Purple voice, puncturing

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I had this poem published in 1989 in a mag called Opinion Rag No. 4: Body

Submitted: November 23, 2010

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Submitted: November 23, 2010



Purple voice, puncturing

vocal cords,

rises like steam

to the rafters,

garbled at once, notes mixing

with foreign words,

difficult dialects;

her accent; a lick and a promise,

smiles and days shy

of just a leap year.

She must be speaking French

they muse.

She stares blankly out

the darkened window, only

the gentle arm resting on

her shoulder is still visible.

He doesn't urge any singing.

He could always lower the volume.

Don't stare, they will only

detect your sadness.

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