Continuing a mission
to seek out
what was once sought out:
The sound of my ‘voice’
as writer.
Once thought I knew it,
now gone. Now dormant, stagnant,
sequestered in a closet somewhere.
And like all lost chapsticks,
I’m on a trip to find it.
Though I can’t enunciate my s’s well while singing,
I embrace my beat, the beatific lisp at the end of my words –
It may be shaky, not solid, but it works
(for me)
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