Do not hold anything I’ve said or done against me
I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothing but the truth
So help me stars
Raising my right hand and placing it
On your heart
I make a solemn oath
To unlearn the sound of you
I do not recall the exact lighting condition that day
Nor the precise weather forecast
On the night
You struck a chord in me
But I know the feeling of tiny wings
Caught in a flame
Brittany Michelson
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Brittany says:
My short prose is published in Sleet Magazine, Speech Bubble Magazine, Flashquake, Glossolalia Fiction, Every Day Fiction, Espresso Stories, and other online journals. I have print essays forthcoming in PMS Journal, and an anthology by Bona Fide Books. My poem ¨The Crickets´Meditation¨will be published in a print anthology called ¨The Poetry Of Yoga.¨ I live in Los Angeles.
The best way to make an oath, "with my hand on YOUR heart".
Eerily accurate description. Wonderful!
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