where New Jersey slides into the Hudson.
Where you breathed bodies of dust for weeks.
Where that Tuesday morning broke
you and your vows that were only asides
to a longing for something concrete.
Where the buildings burned for months.
Where you knew it was over that night
you waited with him to see
who would come back, dusted and drunk.
Where you walked without talking,
one thumb snapping the head off a weed,
you love him, you love him not.
Where that night you dreamt of a trail you once trailed
in Montana, under the shipwreck sky. It seemed
like a glimpse of what made it all work,
where spiders crossed cedars sundropped from the mist,
and the honeymoon hand made you believe,
that love could be context and care.
Where you slept while the poisonous sky
reached the Palisade piers
and tore open your guarded indifference.
Where the 4th floor apartment
looked out on Elysian
and the bells of St. Anthony called down the day.
Amy Speace is a Nashville singer-songwriter and writer based in Nashville, TN. A critically acclaimed recording artist, she was the 2020 winner of “International Song of the Year” by the Americana Music Association UK. Her songs have been recorded by Judy Collins, Red Molly, Memphis Blues Hall of Fame singer Sid Selvidge, among others. Her essays have been published by The New York Times, Working Mother, No Depression, The Blue Rock Review and American Songwriter. She is currently in the MFA in Writing program at Spalding University.