Please don't be a memory sad sister in my dream
of buried things and wedding rings and bones under the dirt inside my hands
don't ever bring me here again
I am coming after you dark stranger in my room
I laid the blankets on the floor and looked into the space under the bed
Where everything alive is nearly dead
and cold
I am not an enemy strange spider in the tree
I climbed to see my house from somewhere else before I'm swallowed up again
and I wont ever be your friend
come and keep me company old electricity
and light up all your bulbs to paint the walls on all the open window glass
Until we're all alone at last
and glow
When the brown and growing grass, sang their stories to my back
I saw the pictures in the air and when I die I'm going there
All of us are going there
Please hold a place for me new mother in my dream
in everything that ever is then ever was then ever is again
and I will take it at the end of all
When I found the crawling creek
I saw myself inside a tree
and climbed until I found the air
and all of us were born there