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her taste is dull on the wings of a gull but she’s breathing and thinking numb of flowers tied to ships heading west

weary weary weary weary weary weary
——>
looks just like
looks just like
khaki and spit
sunday and your daddy’s shame

now
wake up
press
press
press
oh there goes our son
press
there goes our son
bright and
<—-
remember
over
remember when we washed his hair

you have those memories?
staccato
voice
and I’m only thinking
uh
uh
staccato

now Tracy races by the cactus and
I’ve lost the names of my family
bingo
and loaded
bingo and losing and I never knew
because here’s to

^
to my s
silent
s
silent partner
to my biggest

at stephen’s funeral
you and I didn’t
we didn’t know him
but I said
listen, baby
I said here’s to Clinton
and the tower I keep
pulling from

remember when we washed our son’s

shampoo and spit and khaki and
green