Thursday, July 03, 2008

When i talk about the lives we've never had

Just sit quiet
over the kitchen sink
the cat's asleep
you just can't dream

The milk is bitter
the bread plain mold
Our fridge is full
your body is cold

Clean up the house
while i plan the painting
trying to trap the mouse
I hear you humming

Their barn is not far away
I run to find us a place
and wait for you
to warm up the hay.

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