K recommends “Birds” by Electrelane
Tapped toes. Head nods. Slow plucking. Pencil drums the desk. A swoon-ful of guitar as medication.
A door or window opens with a shiver like a whole mouth. Teeth ache after clenching so long. I climb a mountain but can’t. My senses shake and wake me. There’s a voice here like salted caramel on a broken candied apple day.
This song carried me through a moment that outstretched into 3 years. I piggy-backed it through the earliest late hours until mid-mornings. It resides in the big belly of my heart’s whale now. Sinks like a lump in my throat’s soul. I carry myself, more carefully.
Longing long-lost. It’s hard to be apart. It’s hard to be a part of something. Large howl from an owl that awaits the better branch. I once turned heads, too.
How sound gives me the impetus to do laundry. Makes me moon-eyed. My body becomes a crescent in the laundry when the laundry’s done. A song that looked like this one warmed me when I was fetal-shaped inside of my own depression.
There is the slowing into the final slowdown. Cool simmer after overheated want want want.
The last pickup is loud like I like it. Gradual and then the lyrics and instruments equally fight over me.
And then.
K Weber is an Ohio poet. She has self published 7 free online poetry book projects in PDF and audio formats for over a decade. She enjoys writing donated words poems and has collaborated with over 200 people. All of her projects, her writing and photography credits, and more are at her website: http://kweberandherwords.com
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