Example Indigo’s Voice

The soul singer, she was shot
and my father cries because
she looks like me and I
look like my mother,
although he leaves that last part
out.

We drink red wine
until we can’t help but talk
about the way she had to crush
the bones of love again and again

until they could not heal

and infection forced him to give up
and let her go
free.

I will choose my lovers better
I will not lose myself
for them to be.

I will not be my lovers’ debtor
nor punish them
for loving me.