laying around
drunk on a couch
in Memphis, Tennessee
listening
to a beautiful woman sing
and holding a grudge
against a man
i was once forced
to honor as a father
for the love of a woman
who had once been my mother
tears gather
in my throat
and i hold myself still
and i keep my mouth closed
if i could lift
that same pretty vowel
i would.
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