A row of trash
Sits at the bottom
Of the fence
The cemetery
On edmondson
On top it's flowers
I drive by every hour
Looming, like in a dream
Just enough to keep me chained
My brain is misbehaving
I spend three hours waiting
Staring at my phone
In a giant parking lot alone
Or lying prostrate outside
Menards, lit by truck light
I wanna open my heart
I wanna lay my head in heavens arms
How do I know I'm not yet buried
There's just enough to keep me wary
Last few weeks, forever floating
Facedown on some highway's shoulder
Swimming in each side street
Throwing glance at every dirty face I see
Or in the tub, face down sobbing
At the truckstop, spitting vomiting
Enough to keep me tied
But not enough to sleep at night
