Sometimes
I feel
like an accordion
squeezed
by some
disembodied self
each chord
vibrates bruised reeds
each inspiration
teases out
a latent voice -
rarely
to be sustained -
almost as if
it chokes
on its own
respiration.
Malcolm Evison
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Inspiration in a whisper, a pre-existing condition.
A zephyr.
A fuse.
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