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.

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