“Between Two Homes” by Isabel Gil

And the music we played, in the band that I loved—

they don’t do it anymore? 

The spillover songs at unfortunate speeds 

the beautiful dissonant joy that it bleeds— 

they don’t do it anymore? 

Chalk it up to my absence (no excuse for silence)

Just one more reminder of decay, compliance—

did they need me all along? 

And, and the way that I’m whole sans the whole of my heart

in some sick twisted way starts to mend back a part and

that’s when I know that I don’t have a home— or it was in

me all along

Isabel Gil loves to write, and is studying the Environment and English. She loves music, and enjoys playing percussion in the University Band and piano in her free time.