Tanya Lemieux
Contributor
An avalanche hiding behind
The mist of a crushing crowd.
“Is it better to speak or die?”[1]
If only I could move my lips.
A golf ball in my throat,
A mind faster than lightning.
Have you no notion of power?
Or have you become a knight?
A supernova for a heart,
A black hole for a mind.
But will my fingers synchronize,
Will I ever learn your tune?
Or will I drown into the ocean,
Only to get swallowed by the sand.
[1] Call Me by Your Name, André Aciman (page 63)