Mayra speaks as though
she has been told that silence is her job.
The air barely moves with her breath.
And I wonder—
does she laugh out loud when she’s at home?
I wish I could hear it if she does.
A shout from the deepest recesses
of her heart—
I wish I could be there for that sound.
A stern word to defend herself—
I hope she has that, too.
We know she pushes herself, always.
But I wonder—will she push back
when pushed?
Shout, Mayra!
SING LOUDLY, Mayra!
ROAR—and record yourself!
And reach
every goal
you set.
clr, 2011