Wednesday, May 26, 2021

the tall grass

 nebraska skies are cloudy 

with weather on the way 

you call and wonder if i heard that song 

though three years have passed 

though it's actually four

but three feels saner somehow 

and i answer as if it was just this morning from 

a fancy elevator in switzerland 

you called to say you loved me more 

and the room gets draped in shadows grey 

as the dandelion sun hides away 

at only four 

i'm sitting on the dining room floor 



though my blood is singing against bones too fragile for may 

silence is sex & water 

lifting to sorrow's fields golden and


for more of the things not asked for 

love is found in the corners & the contrast 

of rosemary and leather-honeyed tongues 

have i heard that song 

of course i have 

on a concrete loop amidst the blue of my days 

he tells me all the things i want to fall from your lips 

things you've whispered over lines & skin 

thru dreams dark with dust & power 

he says the lines of every song 

though it's only four 

there's some fragment of memory lodged in the feathers of this spring 

holding a foolish cloudy wonder 

with weather on the way 

rain always brings you home 

and i'll answer the door 

like it's only four 

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