Today's poem is by Remica Bingham-Risher

If It's Magic

When I find the Songs in the Key ef life
I marvel at the messages my parents inscribed:

Sweet Dee and]unwr Bee—In Love '79
their marks on the sheath's concentric circles,

inside, on the lyrics booklet, worn smooth
their scratches on the grooves.

I spend a year playing the set
enthralled every few days by some new epithet—

a background voice trailing,
a tone's shift or timbre—

my mother counts the years since their beginning,
how I interrupt their ending,

heartache and revelry,
what each of us remembers.

Such strange obsessions I inherit:
their soulful cinders, indecipherable

refrains, this awful insistence
on fraught and ordinary pain.

Copyright © 2017 Remica Bingham-Risher All rights reserved
from Starlight & Error
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