Radio Faith

By April Hanna

Days when it’s empty
and I have an hour to myself
I drive to a record shop
flip through the stacks and stare
at all the decades in line.

I hold them and pretend
It is the fall of 1970
A dollar will fill your milk crate
a dime will satisfy your coffee fill
and put smoke in your lungs
I call this
soul food
I call this
radio faith

It’s been a long time
since I’ve wanted to die
It makes me feel
like taking off my
don’t talk to me threads
and seeing how
my hand me downs
make my guard

April is a senior studying Communications and Writing at Ramapo College of New Jersey. She is an avid supporter of a well-placed Oxford comma and a good sarcastic remark. Instagram: @aprilplaysbass