I dreamed you were there again
like a delayed letter in the mailbox
twined with thorns, slick with lipstick.
on my farm where I have never laid eyes
or set foot, nor sat cross-legged in the wild-grown meadow.
You were with someone new.
I was with someone new.
They were both starting to see how things are.
Your hair, you know, it's like a pillow on a bed
where I long to be. And me, I have the key that you can't find,
as clunky as a cow's bell, as broken as an old washer.
The guy you were with had begun to see the
sunset behind your October eyes; I've known your full dark.
I'm here but obscured from the wildflower partner beside me.
I'm getting a vibe, like pixelated messages from space,
that your man would like to be mine instead, and drop his
heavy bags on my rag rug. I think my partner has checked out silently.
So there we stand, in a now that never was,
in a place we never were, playing out a scene like breezy clouds.
I see blackbirds on the split-rail fence, dipping, calling,
and feel my heart break apart inside my chest like a broken door handle.
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for Word Garden Word List--The Jesus Cow
Music: Coldplay The Scientist
