Betsy Sholl
- portlandbove
- Jul 3
- 1 min read
Fragment
I was always asking something, asking over and over,
never listening to the answer, as if the question was mine,
the answer more like someone else’s wow
over a shooting star I didn’t see.
And isn’t the point to see? —
to be dropped to our knees by a light-struck violin,
its pitch intent on breaking the heart, and us
crying out, Yes, all right, break it.
Betsy Sholl