Of all the impossible things

The quavering voice
over the long winds
lost in reverberation
afraid to be born
tears into the past 40 years
like a lion

Picking up someone else’s pace
whining & crying
resolving into Gospel calls
that tax your steps
with every dribbling crescendo
& heebeejeebee

When it finally gets zipped up
it just buzzes against the teeth
& fills your mouth with hot static
your tongue lifted up
clucks & shivers
the whole time

You’re good at bat
She says let’s get a drink
& you drink
Shiner, whiskey & soda
& listen to her talk about history
& feel for the fire
in her hips
standing on the dance floor
watching the band play