Poem: 'Chord / Cord' by Heather Dawson

Chord / Cord

by Heather Dawson

You won't remember

It was last December

I was alone and drinking wine

And I thought perfect timing

And to you I said ...

watch that MC5 documentary you'll love it

And you replied...

Who is this (?)

And I said to

JR

Write write write cause your so good at it -don't deny the world your talent ...

And I told big brother I got nothin left

And I think that was it - that was the list

And I clambered up

The stairs alone

And tried the way I said I would swing

And I thought the chord cord could hold 110 - 112

And I wanted to

Write reason all over my opaqueness

But there seemed to be a lack of time somehow

So tip toe in the white billow gown

Around the rafters

Around me

Weeping

And then knew this was a performance I was conducting for

My own

amusement

Thought of the two and stopped

And went flat footed

And returned the chord cord

And went back

Down the stairs

Cried some more and fell asleep

Alive