Dearborn

from by Silver Torches

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We’re up late on the deck, sunburned on our necks
Smoking straights in the glow of the porchlight
I’ve been toying around with a quick ride into town
Thinking I’d find her with her girls at the Redwood or the Twilight

But I’m warm and I’m round and content on sipping down
This watery brown with a blood cherry sinking
Lost my keys in the creases and folds of the couch
And I don’t feel much like driving or leaving anyhow

There’s a fire tonight nearby that burns so bright
Seemed like days those sirens were singing
I lay out on the lanw where the dew had settled on
To be still and calm my thinking

It’s hard to feel alive sometimes
When nothing seems enough to keep my satisfied

On the way up to my room
The faces blurry now and so askew
I swear I felt the whole world move

The fairweathered had gone when I passed out cold and long
In my shoes and Goodwill jacket
It’s late enough for the robin’s hungry song
And the humming tides of traffic
Around noon I awake to the mailman’s weary groan
My body’s sore and my will is sinking
My shift starts soon but my mind is numb like stone
Still choking back whatever I’d been drinking

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from Heatherfield, released January 1, 2016

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