Nov 3: Cannonball

Nov 3: Cannonball

 
 
Damien Rice: "Cannonball"
 
Colorado sent me this song tonight. I said
I wish people didn't leave
pieces of themselves in my heart when they go.
She said
she finds solace in listening to songs
that hurt the hollow of her throat.
I imagined sitting on my porch,
swinging and watching,
picking shards of you from my steady, red-beating heart
with tweezers,
one small memory at a time...
solace lodged in my throat,
round and shining,
as if I'd swallowed the moon
when she was full of promises
and good intentions
and misplaced trust.
Maybe I will learn this song,
Cannonball,
so I can sit on my porch swing and
sing it to myself....
but I so rarely play my guitar any more.
I've stopped carrying a pick in my bra,
or maybe it's stuck there in my heart too
next to the songs I won't sing
with you.

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