Solo Catena
Rachel Cruea
Give me a reason to protect the light
I’m lacking. Give me a reason to shoulder
through a crowd. It’s only when I’m by
myself that more of me is needed. My body’s
news says: “All I want’s a chord, dayless meter,
the double voice that brings more than sound.”
Slackjaw me, you look so good chasing
a verse’s rigged game and although the word
“rhythm” is a noun, rewind your static to
a fog machine’s false weather. Tune to its needs
& needs & needs & needs. There are many ways
to say chorus. There are many ways to say need;
a note’s sentiment rests in the moment
before we call it singing.
about the writer
Rachel Cruea is an MFA candidate at the University of Colorado-Boulder, where she teaches creative writing as a GPTI. Along with serving as the managing editor of TIMBER, she is a poetry editor for GASHER. Her work has previously appeared in additions of The Pinch, The Adroit Journal, and The Boiler, and she has work forthcoming in Whiskey Island Review and The Hunger. Check out her micro-chap The Flower Doesn't Dream of the Bee with Ghost City Press! She is originally from Ohio.