We stand still in showers picturing
Fake photographs with our friends
The miracles they bring are gone
What’s fading in?
Pick out of ourselves landfill yellows
And we parade across the street
With twigs falling from our teeth
A red filter to stop the light
From fading in.
I wrap myself with branches in the closet
Finding a way to find a way through
We’re stuck in cars on tables
Chairs bending like snowflakes in the wind
Those are drifting in.
With the kids. With the kids.
I’ve found myself a whole new home
A hole to fill the home I left behind
Where are the kids?
Are they in trouble, again?
I’m drifting in.
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