I Heard a Song by The Weepies Today
a workday poem
Monday is a bad time to fall in love with a song.
Just sitting there, doing my work, then suddenly skipping a breath.
I've heard a guitar before. I've heard a voice before. I think I hear a tambourine. How can this sound feel so new?
I know thousands of words in my native language and hundreds more in others
but this arrangement of syllables is so novel
it may as well be a whole new language.
I didn't retain a single lyric.
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Monday is a bad time to write a poem about falling in love with a song.
If I put the song on repeat for hours, I can still get some work done.
But here I am, looking at the wrong monitor,
typing the wrong words.
About the Creator
Rebekah Conard
34, She/Her, a big bi nerd
Rebekah Conard is a writer of short stories, flash fiction, and occasionally, poetry. Her preferred genre is horror, though sometimes she can’t help but write something cozy and real. She has a cat named Lily. <3
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