Blurt

Yea, I'm digging one-handed with a
Lady shovel
Beer in the other
Stabbing into rubble for the lambs ear
Hoping they'll thrive

Yea, I'm writing black on black
Hoping I can read it later
Or just be skilled enough to know
What's coming up

Yea, I'm throwing seeds here and there
From 2013
Forgetting to water
Crossing my fingers instead
Hoping for rain

Yea, I water my plants when they're wilting
Curse at my children
Cry and tell them I'm sorry
"Come give me a hug"
Cry again
Hoping they'll forgive me

Yea, I'm clinging to classical on the radio
The lonesome night
My dough rising in a cold house
Nobody to see
Me
Thinking, hoping
I won't sleep alone forever