Thinking outrageously I write in cursive I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor Wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers I see my own breath on the face of the door
Oh I am not quite sleeping Oh I am fast in bed There on the wall in the bedroom creeping I see a wasp with her wings outstretched
North of Savanna we swim in the Palisades I come out wearing my brother's red hat There on his shoulder my best friend is bit seven times He runs washing his face in his hands
Oh how I meant to tease him Oh how I meant no harm Touching his back with my hand I kiss him I see the wasp on the length of my arm
Oh great sights upon this state! Hallelujah! Wonders bright, and rivers, lake.
We were in love. Palisades! I can wait. Trail of Tears and Horseshoe Lake.
Trusting things beyond mistake.
Lamb of God, we sound the horn.
Unto us your ghost is born.
I can't explain the state that I'm in The state of my heart, he was my best friend Into the car, from the back seat Oh, admiration in falling asleep All of my powers, day after day I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed Deep in the tower, the prairies below I can tell you— the telling gets old
Terrible sting and terrible storm I can tell you the day we were born
My friend is gone, he ran away I can tell you, I love him each day
Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged