Three Years

Magical, coo the uninitiated. The week ends the way
lyrics begin in three minute-long pop songs. Celebratory: as if

melodies were incidental, meaning were optional, and
rhymes and catchy hooks told less than the whole story. The crowd

dances to the rhythm of each others breathing. I hear my story from her throat.

Click the following links for a fuller context of this piece:

• Prompt! The Research Edition
• East Meets Words Meets Three Years

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