You rushed the blood of how many lambs
From barn to stove without raising a single why.
You scoured the skies along the way for signs of hail.
You taught yourself to utter the alphabet three times
In your sleep, knowing your dreams would spin
The letters into words, the words into short, dark songs.
You often come to a barren stretch of road littered
With white crows, the grain spilling from hand to hand.
Hand to trough. Trough on down to frozen earth.
Copyright © 2024 by Tommy Archuleta. Published in Invisible Strings: 113 Poets Respond to the Songs of Taylor Swift (Random House, 2024), edited by Kristie F. Dougherty. Published with permission of the poet.