Living Room Concert

This poem is inspired by watching Indigo Girls livestreams with my moms.

So there we are with our cheap guitar string voices

Humming the only radio hit from an underground revolution

I’ve heard this song like most babies hear a cradle rock.

TV tributes and bedroom jams with my sister

Mom and Mumma have heard it live in Provincetown and Boston Harbor Lights and a New Hampshire theater with names scribbled on the rafters

They’ve approached the venue and seen the triangular rainbow bumper stickers like an automotive oasis

One day they were gonna take their two babies in those concerts and show everyone what a family can look like. I’ve still yet to go but

Tall above now them I’ve looked through the album covers

They’ve heard these guitars on cassette and CD and mp3

And now here, listening in to the screen

Live in blue light and buffering.

We may headbang out the rock and roll of subdued progress somewhere in the set list

But at this moment, the sound waves are like amber: fossilized fluid of growth

We wave familiar guitar chords like a flag

We know where this tune came from