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Alison Kronstadt

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Sometimes I wish I could stop you from talking when I hear the silly things you sayAlison, I know this world is killing youOh Alison, my aim is true            - Elvis Costello, “Alison”   I was named for a catcall    strung out into three verses and a chorus     Ballad     drowning in mystery     fansites say she’s a pretty stranger       his eye caughtat the grocery store    maybe an ex-fling             scraping out a fetus     with half his DNA               Elvis Costello says my aim is true  he might mean it literally       No one wastes time      on what Alison might say      but I am Alison        so       to Elvis Costello                to anyone who has ever claimed to love meTake my name out of your mouth.                                                  Your eyes lied when they looked at me  and told you muse     Damsel            I’m the troll under the bridge      Asked for peace         Got this trap, trap         trap              Every echo  hissing my name in a hated cadence	      saying: we sing          because we love      Who wouldn’t want a passion sharp        enough to carve the melody of youinto the air?       I was a child the first time              I was dragged from my body      and into verse           the first time someone thought their love meantthey could take my name         bend it into a circle to crown them prince       or       failing that      martyr        against the heresy of my refusal I ran    into the arms of a boy          who never sang        did what Elvis couldn’t:       gift me a contagious silence           whistling a hole through my head  to land in my own mouth    I survived him   only to stumble through more poets      stitching me    into metaphor         muting me     to make wayfor the romance they knew they deserved          If I were love, I’d say:       take my name out of your mouth      Set it ablaze         I would rather be ashthan what you’ve made of meAlison means “of noble birth”    A princess     of course needs     not just a hero      but a narrator         Her voice only good for      singing to the forest creaturesThe moral only ever             Sit       Wait       Someone will love you      enough to speak for you                       to dirty your nameWhat a happy ending.  ————————————–Alison Kronstadt called us from Boston, MA.SUPPORT US ON PATREON: http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast

Sometimes I wish I could stop you from talking when I hear the silly things you say Alison, I know this world is killing you Oh Alison, my aim is true - Elvis Costello, “Alison” I was named for a catcall strung out into three verses and a chorus Ballad drowning in mystery fansites say she’s a pretty stranger his eye caught at the grocery store maybe an ex-fling scraping out a fetus with half his DNA Elvis Costello says my aim is true he might mean it literally No one wastes time on what Alison might say but I am Alison so to Elvis Costello to anyone who has ever claimed to love me Take my name out of your mouth. Your eyes lied when they looked at me and told you muse Damsel I’m the troll under the bridge Asked for peace Got this trap, trap trap Every echo hissing my name in a hated cadence	 saying: we sing because we love Who wouldn’t want a passion sharp enough to carve the melody of you into the air? I was a child the first time I was dragged from my body and into verse the first time someone thought their love meant they could take my name bend it into a circle to crown them prince or failing that martyr against the heresy of my refusal I ran into the arms of a boy who never sang did what Elvis couldn’t: gift me a contagious silence whistling a hole through my head to land in my own mouth I survived him only to stumble through more poets stitching me into metaphor muting me to make way for the romance they knew they deserved If I were love, I’d say: take my name out of your mouth Set it ablaze I would rather be ash than what you’ve made of me Alison means “of noble birth” A princess of course needs not just a hero but a narrator Her voice only good for singing to the forest creatures The moral only ever Sit Wait Someone will love you enough to speak for you to dirty your name What a happy ending. ————————————– Alison Kronstadt called us from Boston, MA. SUPPORT US ON PATREON: <a href="http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://patreon.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://voicemailpoems.org/guidelines</a> <a href="http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://facebook.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://twitter.com/voicemailpoems</a> <a href="http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://voicemailpoems.org/thepodcast</a>

“I Sang It in a Love Song, So It Must Be True” by Alison Kronstadt