it is always night for you here your brother was the first boy inside of you and as a locust would eat your father was the first man inside of you your body is all your own keep it away from mine i love you, kathy you forgive everything to die and not breathe to writhe desolated to crawl towards colorlessness the grass across the yard my father was the second man inside of you the sailor is dead the social worker is dead the software engineer is dead the singer is dead youve always lied to us richard broddigan never stuffed his underwear in your mouth i love you, kathy i forgive everything im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry im sorry let them sing for joy but it was you to whom the raven called there must be some things (for which i got ? abused) there must be some things (for which i got ? abused) both feet jammed against your heart both feet jammed against your heart do you want me to write your name? do you want me to tear it up? do you want me to throw it in the garbage? |