I slipped the vinyl
Out of its sleeve
Gently placed the needle
In the groove.
I heard a clear toned
Clipped
Exaggerated phrasing
Emanating from the speakers.
Now you say
You’re lonely
You cried
The lone night through.”
The hairs on my forearm
Tingled.
My mouth opened
As I realized
A voice
singing to me
The snarling belt
That ended the song
Chilled me
I looked at
The album jacket.
The black cover
Had a girl
Standing in front
Of a microphone.
The Barbra Streisand Album.
I listened to
All 11 songs
Then I immediately
Played them again.
I couldn’t get enough.
Hooked
For the rest of my life
I wanted to be
Barbra Streisand
Sing like her
Own the world
Like her superstar status.
For a moment I thought I meant me
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