I don’t want
—I think—
To be in that higher register,
Air-infused and lilting soft.

Earthy
—I’d rather—
Of the ground,
Milled from grit and grumble.

Not a helium-high girl
But something a bit more
Grown-up.
Rasp and rattle of words meant
—And heard.

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Sarah Boyd is a freelance editor and writer who occasionally commits acts of poetry. She probably can’t be found @seviebee on Twitter, but it’s worth a shot.