I sit in still silence and remember
the day it happened.
The day when, my thoughts screamed between
the intricate patterns of the stucco ceiling.
We had a staring contest—me and the wall.
And I vaguely recall a phone call
where someone read me a chapter of the bible
Like the priest on a sinking titanic
A valiant effort, in hindsight;
Eyes like shutters, wide open all night
I drank a bottle of flower essence.
As if Heathertips could calm my mounting hysteria.
And now—here you are, in Your day it happened.
And here I am, my heart wide open;
your heart wide open
For entirely different reasons.
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Apprentice Editor: Kristin Monk / Editor: Catherine Monkman
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