Ride past

Old grain 

Chasing the rain

Put hands up and it hurts

Not to be lying 

Side by side

I’m trying

To move past words

Give up

Bad brain 

Basin of change

Put hands up and it works  

Got to be lying

Still inside

I’m trying

To soothe that girl

Each knife I fought 

Each hill of sacrifice 

There’s a woman inside

And she dies protecting me every night

Scrape off

Old names

Tricky and strange

Put hands up in a curse

It is a crying shame

I sigh, a sign that she’s 

Still unheard

I know you’re here

She says, in fear

When it takes my breath from me

It restores yours

People might not like it when I change

They could never let me be a stranger

Liken it to falling from a tree

Like I’m in some kind of danger 

goes here

Some nights I’m reading out loud

Hoping you’ll hear me, Miranda

Back through the years and the sound

Comes back to haunt you

Please don’t take off your disguise

Tell me you love me, Miranda

Suits you so well and besides

It’s who you become in the end

We were both looking for friends

Stuck out my neck for your fire

Feeling down, closed off, and when

The truth hammers over the choir

“Don’t you dare come here again,

Can’t you stay off of the fence?”

Shoes off and quiet I tread

I try not to suffer instead

Promise you won’t run and hide

Tell me your stories, Miranda

Looking, I listen, and cry

Reach back and comfort the dead

Don’t be afraid of desire

Don’t be the holy all-knowing

Don’t be the bravest out there

You were scared

I was there

Please don’t take off your disguise

Tell me you love me, Miranda

Suits you so well and besides

It’s who you become in the end

I am revising the prayer,

I didn’t see you Miranda

Look to the past and it’s there

It’s who you become in the end

Trapped in amber

My beloved, dancing

On a slender edge

Hold tight and tender

Half-revealed I sense the dullest deep surrender

Sevenwater

Slushy silt somehow the center of the roses

I am carried through the room 

Like silence chose me

Stick a pin into the wheel to stop it spinning 

Sighing try to rid the waste intrusion

I feel a chill and am it, goddamnit

Smiling faces tell me somehow keep on going

And now it’s snowing

Waking often

Once I believed so beautifully in the illusion

I wish you’d never come to me to take the blindfold

I didn’t let you in, no, I would never choose this

You treat sorry like a swear and take all you can carry

But one ancestor woke up, shivering and sleepy

Was she so silent for a reason that disproves me?

Her force is coming so you’d better get to leaving

Was she unhappy?

Is this a reason? goes here

You’d better go

It just gets worse

I told you more than once

I’m cursed

I heard you’re sick

I know I’m tired

How can I help

You’ll get well soon

You will 

How can I help

You’ll get well soon

You will 

You’ve lost some blood

I cannot look

Wrap it with my hand

Your wound, unwound 

It hurts

Here in the house

Out in the world

It’s just a name

You called until 

I came

If I shot an arrow into a heap of bleached bones would you feel better?

Is all this carnage necessary?

Would a symbol make you feel better?

You’re so closed off I can’t take it

I was faking it and following a pantomime requesting customs clearance for the millionth time

It was opposition, it was candles for la Virgen on a Friday night

It was unforgiving me

It was unforgiving you

It was unforgiving me

It was unforgiving you

No kind of fire can take this

From my remembrance 

Straight-A attendance

I raised my hand for you 

If you tried to throw us out in the street

I guess that might make me feel better

Is taking hostage necessary?

A servitude concealed tethers

It’s another town in crisis

Crosses clutched and land divided

Kept my books close as a mother

Mastered silence on the cover

You lie in the open

Honest over all the holidays

When money’s tight

It was unforgiving me

It was unforgiving you

It was unforgiving me

It was unforgiving you

No kind of fire can take this

From my remembrance 

Straight-A attendance

I raised my hand for you 

Our love, our blood