On the Record

I like reading and radio
because a voice without a body
is more akin to a soul.

I am distracted by eyes.
I like to be surprised
by a stereotype
that doesn’t sit right.
I am surprised
by myself sometimes
for I am more than meets
my eye.

Our voices are vinyl records
spinning on the recorder
of time, spinning
like a potter’s wheel.
The clay shaped by hand,
felt by hands. And so,
by each other, we are touched.

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