Practice

It was so hard to say ...

“Practice”

It was so hard to say as
if the words were
Sisyphus rolling that rock
up then backward into the 
crevasse of my throat.

And now—easy! Just a
simple howd'ye do 
tossed into the air.

—by Sarah Dzida (April 2023)

Author’s Note: During the pandemic, I took a virtual poetry workshop. At first, I was annoyed that no one really “critiqued” my work. They had very few suggestions on how to make it better. Then I thought: Maybe it’s really good already? This poem has nothing to do with any of that. But I wrote it on a whim of spontaneity, and here it is for you now.

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