The Only Survivor

why I sing

This is the only line to survive from a lyric I wrote once upon a time.



Once again,

Day breaks in upon her
Like a thief,
Like a tender, nervous lover,

Sets a shadow

Like a veil


Her eyes.

Her perfect body turning,
Her fragrance fills the sky,
Her lips smiling warmer than the sun-

Light on her skin, the needle shadow
Marks her
Passing through the day.

Startling the Sunday Roast

Creating an unquiet afternoon,
Startling the Sunday roast
Chicken with a sermon
Passed along by someone who,
We later learned, had also skipped
Church in pursuit of
Something more