A song for my mothernever get no rest work all into the night it's a long day, it's always such a long dayA song for my mother
It'll all turn out okay, It'll get better someday, We can just hang out, today.
ain't right you have to choose between food and you it's hard but breathe, just keep breathing, keep breathing
We can eat good food, today.
We can just play cards, today.
he's gone, she's gone, it's hard alone no one to talk to, anyway I know it's lonely, but I'm here I'm here, today
We can just sing songs, today.
frayed edge in afternoon lightcan't look at your eyes hold your hand, try to pretend it's just the glare from the windowfrayed edge in afternoon light
stir sugar in my tea let you pour the cream for me, you won't let me pour yours i forget to offer
can i make you dinner? i'm not hungry, maybe later i'm hungry, too, and i don't say, either
threads are coming loose at the edge of the tablecloth I decide to leave them be
listening forthe tambourinemanlistening for the tambourine manlistening forthe tambourineman
dark. mostly. upright and immobile-- heat in the air and rain in your clothes, a creature of weighted water, a victim of equilibrium. Not even cold. begging for dark from the last few lamps that cut cross-beams through what might've been whole, might have cradled, if it was only dark. helpless and clutching and too heavy to move alone.
sings the things you say with your eyes closed like swallowed by waves like washing away-- not wet in a hot dry room but wet in a flood sings the things you s
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