Frances Quinlan Now That I'm Back
Woman woke up early
Heard a scraping near her brain
Imagine when the doc took out the roach
How much she must have changed
Afterwards it dawned on me
I heard noise from every corner and
One night ate raid-seasoned spaghetti
Look up, a metal sign
Clangs in the wind
From a wire
Talk small if at all
My news is blind
And on fire
Only me and big trucks
Lost, driving from upstate alone
I came in and she had
On that white uniform
I had my first coffee with her that morning at home
Victory
Gold-plated over violence
No present saved for memory spiraled and bent
In your bedroom
Voltaire's severed head
Stared me back to bed
You tried your best
All the way to the end
Balloons in a foreign park
Shadows of the dance class virgin come apart
Cough in the mirror
I'd forgotten to call
Now that I'm back we should try again to talk
We should try again to talk
We should try again to talk
We should try again to talk
We should try again to talk