Lilacs
Slicking clove oil on my teeth
pricking new through gums.
I will grin and bare them
at the warren of hares who
stick to their guns and beliefs.
Holed up in Jesse's garage,
on the Iowa farm,
outlines in dust on the wall
where the rifles aren't.
Lilacs couldn't keep you sane.
No locks are gonna keep you safe.
Lilacs couldn't keep you sane.
No locks could've made you stay.
We're liminal beings, and we're short-changed,
we're minimally bound,
looking to the dark mare.
Hoofprints in the snow where
the road that's laid has run out.
In H's Dayton basement,
under the brick and loam,
aging years every month
at her childhood home.
pricking new through gums.
I will grin and bare them
at the warren of hares who
stick to their guns and beliefs.
Holed up in Jesse's garage,
on the Iowa farm,
outlines in dust on the wall
where the rifles aren't.
Lilacs couldn't keep you sane.
No locks are gonna keep you safe.
Lilacs couldn't keep you sane.
No locks could've made you stay.
We're liminal beings, and we're short-changed,
we're minimally bound,
looking to the dark mare.
Hoofprints in the snow where
the road that's laid has run out.
In H's Dayton basement,
under the brick and loam,
aging years every month
at her childhood home.