Imprinting Place

How to hold a memory

I sing to the wood,

The wind and the sand.

I sing to my cells and my

Heart,

It’s a command.

I imprint the feeling,

Pain relief better than

Opioid dealing.

Coming out of a trauma

Or out of love

Orgasmic dripping drama

I sing to the moment

I sing to my muse

To myself as atonement

Time traveling echos

Vibrating re-ordering of matter

A song bird in ghettos

I sing to quite the chatter.