he kissed her once as she leaned on the windowsill



she'll never love him but knows that her father will



her fallen fruit is all rotten in the middle but her



breast never dries when he's hungry







the money came and she died in her rocking chair



the window wide and the rain in her braided hair



a letter locked in the pattern of her knuckle



like a hymn to the house she was making







blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a



wind that is whispering something



strong as hell but not hickory rooted







she kissed him once cause he gave her a cigarette



and turned around but he waits like a turned down bed



and summer left like her walking with another and a



sound of a church bell ringing







the money came and he died like a butterfly



a buried star and the haze of the city lights



a gun went off and her mother dropped her baby on the



blue feathered wing - we were lucky







blind and whistling just around the corner and there's a



wind that is whispering something



strong as hell but not hickory rooted