A KEY | IN THE WOUND |
A STAR | IN THE MIND |
A WINDOW | IN THE GRAVE |
A THORN | in the side |
INDECISIVELY; |
a | ||
perfectly | ordinary | |
somebody | died | and left the phone |
hanging off the hoo | ||
k. | ||
inconsiderate. | ||
i guess you didn't consider it | ||
when you | . . . | |
you know. | ||
i don't remember how to swim. |
AND THERE'S | A PLACE |
FOR YOUR FACE | IN THE WALL |
OF MY HEART | WHERE YOU |
PUNCHED THE FAMILY PHOTOS | |
AND TORE OUR LITTLE FACES APART | |
and |
the broken glass fell down the stairs | |
all across the kitchen floor | and |
somebody cut the phone lines | and |
took the handles off the doors. | and this isn' |
t what my house looked like, this isn't where my | |
bedroom was | and they were |
cutting down the apple tree, it was two thousand | |
and one. |
and |
it's |
a |
LOCK | IN THE RIBS | |
A CHAIN THAT | WEIGHS MY BODY DOWN | |
this used to be so easy but it isn't like that now. | ||
A KNIFE | IN THE TEETH | |
A TOOTH | IN THE SINK | |
A HOLE | IN THE OCEAN | |
remember when the lifeguard had to come and pull me out. | ||
as long as | there's nothing to be sorry for | |
neither of | ||
us is going | ||
to forgive | ||
the other, | i wish i'd really hurt you when i | |
had the chance | ||
(if i ever had the chance) | ||
that one christmas eve i could | ||
have torn you all to shreds. | ||
i know you tried to really love me but you're | ||
a ghost | on my back; | |
she said that you'd be proud of me | ||
i said i didn't ask. |
AND THERE'S | A PLACE | |
FOR YOUR NAME | ETCHED INTO THE | |
GATE YOU MADE | BUT IT ISN'T ON | |
MY BODY, YEARS AGO WE MOVED AWAY | ||
and they shut down the school a couple years after i left, | ||
i guess you didn't consider that | ||
when you | . . . |
both of the people that they cared about | |
there is nothing left of now. |
a face | for the pictures |
a name | for the text |
a voice | for the answering machine |
memories | for all the rest |
the more i know about you, | |
the harder you are to grieve. |