I Am Always Singing: Cierra Martin

April 23, 2020, Kate Belew With Cierra Martin (New York City)

Suppose it wasn’t a secret

a different kind of daisy chain it was 

sweetened with green-tinted frosting

Suppose we talked about it openly

spelled it out and taped it to the fridge

A ransom note of today sounds like 

egg shells missing the trash can,

sounds like my snapping voice through

a warm window pane. It’s not complicated

to say sorry, but I won't.

Your old Jeep Cherokee will hum

along to almost any Seger song. 

Not in any romantic way,

but in a very rural way. And I am

always singing, driving home

always home and I imagine that if I could 

run you off the road, for real

I probably would.