You Put Your Ear to the Dirt, and You Listen
for Mollie and Kristene — for all of us
You tried to silence her, rearranged
her physical face. They call it murder.
What they mean is hate. You can’t stop
our collective hearts from beating.
Put your ear to the ground
where you left her. Listen
to what you’ve done. Shh, under
the gut-wrench, under the broken. Shh, listen
just a second longer.
You see, you’ve destroyed her—but she left
a faint something for you. A piece of collective pulse
beating harder harder harder.
Abbie J. Leavens grew up in Iowa and now lives in Los Angeles. Her writing has appeared in journals such as Barnstorm, BlazeVOX, BLOOM, FortyOunceBachelors, Gargoyle, Reed, Xenith, and others.