Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Late Twentieth Century in the Form of Litany

after Tom Andrews
The winter continued and I thought I heard voices.
Butchers sharpened their knives and I thought I heard voices.
Roy Orbison moaned and I thought I heard voices.
In the dark room of childhood I thought I heard voices.
My bike chain came loose and I thought I heard voices.
Mother choked on the bit and I thought I hear voices.
A war raged outside and I thought I heard voices.
My saxophone gleamed and I thought I heard voices.
The drive-in went dark and I thought I heard voices.
The speakers kept sizzling and I thought I heard voices.
Boys came in the pews and I thought I heard voices.
Mother choked on the bit and I thought I heard voices.
The mills locked their doors and I thought I heard voices.
Elvis kept playing dead and I thought I heard voices.
I watched her undress and I thought I heard voices.
Boys lit cats on fire and I thought I heard voices.
Flames crept toward our yard and I thought I heard voices.
The Klan marched through town and I thought I heard voices.
I met my maker and I thought I heard voices.
Gas filled the garage and I thought I heard voices.
I lied at confession and said I heard voices.
Someone shot J.R. and I thought I heard voices.
She said, “Get me out” and I thought I heard voices.
My vision got worse and I thought I heard voices.
I crawled into bed and I thought I heard voices.
The highway came through and I thought I heard voices.
I met my maker and I thought I heard voices.
I danced in my bedroom and I thought I heard voices.
The curtains caught fire and I thought I heard voices.
Mother took all the pills and I looked at the clock.
I placed my hand on the turntable and I thought I heard voices.
Joan Jett sang Crimson and Clover and I thought I heard voices:
Over and over and I thought I heard voices.


Gabrielle Calvocoressi