The other end is just heavy breathing I bury the phone in clover Back where the light is streaming I carry it on my shoulders My shoulders Without her Without her
Photographs off familiar faces Kept hidden and folded over Blankets are torn out, pages and I carry it on my shoulders My shoulders Without her Without her
Did it glow in the dark? Was there a choir winding on Can you hear me at all? It's only your name repeating green and wide Bolts of white iris tenderize Sobs from the silo Hung, dried, left for tomorrow
The other end is just heavy breathing I bury the phone in clover Back where the light is streaming I carry it on my shoulders My shoulders, my shoulders Without her, without her Without her, without her
