"Sunday, September 17, 2017"

BY Anna Harberger

 
 

 

the buzz

that fills me whenever we walk

together that one long, with drawled, 

“stop looking at me” kind of whisper.

 

the hymn that whines 

all the way from electrical towers,

into the RV park, and spends evenings

clouding my yellowing eyes.

 

its gone on like this for months.