by Lauren Russell

	When I sing in the shower, the tiles slink down the walls 
	and bow before me like subjects in awe of their sovereign.

		Summertime, an’ the livin’ is—

			But to talk’s to tic to vocal twitch
			giggle scat slip interference
			interruption inept dither glitch
			sudden, repetitive, stereotyped utterance

		On tenuous first dates I take small sips from large cups 
		and reply with faltering neutrality:
			the rain
			this hair
			the fork and the crumbs and the coconut HHHRRMMM

				Last night my timber voice 
				fell full swing, stage lush
				onrush, born burred,
				tipping the microphone
				into a lower key.
Packingtown Review – Vol.5, Fall 2013

Lauren Russell is the author of the chapbooks Dream-Clung, Gone (Brooklyn Arts Press, 2012) and The Empty-Handed Messenger (Goodbye Better, 2009). She holds an M.F.A. from the University of Pittsburghand will be the Jay C. and Ruth Halls Poetry Fellow at The Wisconsin Institute for Creative Writing for 2014-2015.

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