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“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.