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
31, She/Her, a big bi nerd
How do I write a bio that doesn't look like a dating profile? Anyway, my cat is my daughter, I crochet and cross stitch, and I can't ride a bike. Come take a peek in my brain-space, please and thanks.
Comments (2)
Fabulously written & loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
I really enjoyed this. Wonderfully written with just a sense of randomness and cool thoughts. Loved it! And I just read your bio for the first time...it's hard to not make it sound like a dating blurb, haha!