went to la
Singer:frances quinlan
yes i still worry about it
did i begin with tenderness
the cannibal dragged his son into the kitchen
outside the deaf man fled the barn
abandoning every father's image
her hands were shaking in the donkey's mane
searching for my own face
in the dry toothy maw of the lake
thought you summoned horses
thought you summoned childhood
oh the humiliation of having been perfectly understood
if i could observe beyond every open mouth
men always end up telling you the truth
what other choices could i make?
an idiotic smile on my face
it was easy in the first place
what difference does it make?
the owner of the laundromat
heaven is a second chance