It was when I realized how little I had to losethat I stopped wincing. Somewhere around the seventh gradeI sat and sat in the yellow grass,looking dow..
and you stop yourselfstanding in a frozen pirouettewith one footlightly toeing the carpetbehind youas the windhits the panes of glassanda tree branchf..
I get in your headlike a cocaine roselike summer night airI want to tell youthere are distances hereyou're lovedpretty and pinkthe color of newborn fl..
And in musicsomething drowns--a killing occurswhere sun-splashedbright grey cementis gone, and the leaveshide her yellowface from your eyes,and the ho..