Graceland: we planned
Our words, quiet, transformed pools of streetlight
Into Memphis skylines
Through the winter, we talked of it, we longed for it as we ran away from our house
The word took on a different meaning
No longer a place
But a feeling of strength, of sanctity
It grew almost magical
A childish way to look at the world
But I loved it
I'm not even sure where it is Tennessee
After all this time, still I've never looked at it on a map
Graceland: a roadtrip never taken
I still want you to go with me
-KM
In a dusty backyard in Queens there is a dog
named Daisey who sleeps with her head
on a rock and has glazey red eyes.
Around her people are reliving the past
in their mother's halter tops.So,
I didn't go upstate, I stayed here with
you. I ate two deviled eggs and
a hot dog made of tofu.
The whole week pressure of the 1960s
built-up in my back and I couldn't sleep
at night. I wore a brown head scarf tied
in a bow. Daisey was at everyone's feet.
-Hannah
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