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Under the Influence

Under the Influence  I wept her poems from my eyes ink mixing with freckles  wandering the hollows of emotion sewn in the simplicity of her voice.   I read them again cross legged as still as silence steeping tea turned bitter.   Nothing made sense anymore the eruption of water the knots in my shoulders the unmoving air the last page of a masterpiece, finished, the anticipation of change the waking up the next morning in the same position I fell asleep.

This poem came out of nowhere. I was taking a walk, imagining stories in my head, and it just hit me in the face.

One of my friends lent me Ararat by Louise Gluck last week and I think it changed my life. Everything looks the same from the outside–same job, same breakfast foods–but something’s different, even if I can’t articulate exactly what that means.

I don’t usually publish poems at night. Sweet dreams and thanks for reading.

–Leanne Rebecca

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Poetry and music.

7 thoughts on “Under the Influence

  1. this is great. In plain enligsh is speaks beyond just the body but a time where there is so much more to us than what reflects back at us in a mirror. Thank you for publishing at night. I think you should do it more often.

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