Everything that happened here cannot happen when you're dead she safely said, you worry when you wake tonight and it's all in your head so you want to run, deny there's not time to sit and rest, or re-address everything that comes to you when you're pictureing the nest
and he never understands that the photo in the drawer, is all you're looking for blue to grey, then back again watch the fading paper wall scratching at the window glass trees along the ledge, or in your head? creepers beat beat beat tonight picturing the nest
the sight at sixteen of the son she never had once she had a dream of the ones she'll never have it's your ending you're ending
you're only a half person now so fold over what is left to be addressed what you want when you wake tonight is it all in your head? so you turn over, lie cradling this perfect mess this home-made dress you have seen what comes to those who put a picture in the nest allt that comes to those picturing the nest