I wish I had a guitar::
My owl of Minerva::
My squeeze box::
So I could fold and unfold::
The bellows::
So I could pull and push::
Together::
With all the strength I have::
I wish I had my voice::
To wind in and out and loosen up each tied knot::
I wish I had the courage of a muse::
An Evangeline::
Who spends her life in a warrior search::
For her love::
Unashamed::
With bleeding feet::
But maybe this love::
Was inside her own body::
Riding on her own careening voice::
All along.
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