Carolina Song

by Maya Sistruck 


Twang in his voice snaps like a guitar string
with delicate words that say everything
and nothing.
Carolina blue and swollen earth beneath my feet and
if I were to be buried here, how many
would I join?
How many Black bodies have fed the soil I walk on?
Souls and voices burn in my blood
and bones
and skin
and when I join them, will the grass breathe again?
Will he hear my song in the green glass chimes,
my laugh in the chalk lines adorning a childhood cul-de-sac,
my sorrow in the cotton-blossoms,
so soft I almost miss the thorn when it
splits my finger (?)
Will he understand how I kiss away my own wounds?
Or is it the gentle,
Southern musicality that deafens him to my plight
and turns my desire for him into
a desire for night. 

About the Author:

Maya Sistruck is a recent graduate of the University of Michigan with a BFA in Musical Theatre and a minor in Creative Writing. When she isn’t in the theatre, she is often tending to plants and listening to K-Pop. Maya’s fiction works can also be found in Mixed Mag, The Open Page Literary Journal, and more.

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