Broken as dawn, her voice cracks
open the day. Broken as egg. Black
and brined. Blank
-eted in silence. Be
-lieve her when she says
she’s drawn a blank. End
this small and elegant space
with a broken accent, a small
sigh. Watch the dark, wait
for the spark. Believe her. Leave
her be. Haul her into the light.
Holler into the dark. Wait
for the answer.
Prompted by Quickly in November, day 21. (late)