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. Th…