That First Breath

I try not to love it–

I always side on the right side of the song writer

and less near the performer–

But that first breath of Hallelujah

when Buckley makes it his

takes me back to that room

with its misguided love and doom

the chandelier too low

the bed too high

and everything about us too romantic

too right place at the wrong time.

I fight it now–the way one fights oneself

when you know you didn’t win the war.

I melt through the notes of his guitar

I remember how you played me

through your finger tips.

A moment of hallelujah upon us

and then it ends.

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About margaretelysiagarcia

Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book about plus-sized modeling. She's also searching for a publisher for her new collection of stories? Mary of the Chance Encounters. Her short story collection Sad Girls & Other Stories out now on Solstice Literary Press. She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas and Girl Body Pride. Is a contributor to Hip Mama Magazine. She writes the zine The Adventures of Sad Girl with her daughter, Paloma. She’s a three-time director of the national Listen to Your Mother Show in Plumas County (www.listentoyourmothershow.com). She has an alternative women’s music show Milkshake & Honey on Plumas Community Radio (www.kqny919.org).
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