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In my dream you and me
starred in a play where we
sang out so beautifully,
chewing on scenery
you played a medic, he
had to sew wounds in me
and inside my gall bladder
he found a rosary
you used your ouija to
find out the feelings of
your youngest son
when he was staring at ceilings and
the magic marker
it made the sky darker
it told you that blackbirds were
loose in the park,
heard them scream
heard them scream

and we all are free
to bury our dead in the sea
we put down our weapons we fall to our knees
we love and we live and we breathe

you wore a gorgeous dress
painted all over with
bright lovely flowers
that were woven with clover
you took it off and
the director came over
he told me to wear it
and things started over
we both became babies
that were choking on flowers
that grew up into our throats
giving us powers
of love and affliction
and beautiful fiction
that developed these photos
that hang in our kitchen
of stones on black velvet
that we stole from the hell
that you used to live in
but now you're a symphony
a symphony

we all are free
to bury our dead in the sea
we put down our weapons
we fall to our knees
we love and we live and we breathe
we breathe

there's nothing between our skin
shudder like mannequins
caught in a hurricane
please don't forget my first name
like my father
who grew up in water
that was blackened with ash
from red fire that's hotter
than we ever dreamed
would emit from the screams
of two beautiful children
who finished their collard greens
you rolled me over
like a potbellied stove
we're embarrassed of things we said
when we were older
and the crowd all applauded
when we tied our pink bodies
to the mast of the ship
that we sailed to the garden
that we grew from our fingernails
and the painted black shells of snails
who we once called our friends, but
oh, though now they're a memory
memory

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from Blackbird Nice, released November 17, 2020
recorded in 2019 in Olympia, WA

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