SHOEPAC'S DAUGHTER

In the twilight
Linen neckline
Hanging off your shoulder in the heroine light
I would follow
Through your window
Rose curtain blowing, cut a hole in the night

They caught us throwing rotten oranges
From the one overpass at the edge of town
Hide down in a ditch
Dark hair knotted on the ground
You’re always soot-eyed and angry
The sanded hiss of the wind ripping grass off the dunes
No matter how hard we gnawed the ropes
They would all hold on

When there’s nothing
When it’s over
We will drift away
Leave it all behind

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