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I Was Living Poem by Allison Grayhurst (page 53 of 93) |
Keywords: eleventh transmission, poetry, fiction, photography, visual art, spoken word, film, socially engaged,
political, human experience, writing, satire, photojournalism, activist art, activism, socially conscious, art
I Was Living
by Allison Grayhurst
I was living out of the fold,
floating like a dead fish over the undulating waves.
I was waiting for the phone call
that would change the colour of my house,
change the way I held my pen
and the amount of shade in every room.
I was listening to the slow click of the furnace,
listening for God behind the shower curtain,
for a resolving answer before midnight.
I was unhappy about my choices
about the burnt shutters and the so-little-left
for my art.
I was there. I have yet to recover.
I am fumbling in the emergency room.
I hear it is time. I hear the trees talking
while I sleep.
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