It had felt unremarkable, the day,
wondering if anything I experienced had been free
If you find this bottle, spare my penny-drained heart
The sailor is gone and the wine is dry
In the distance I hear prayers
leaving the mouths of aproned wives
Tomorrow I'll scrub the stains and refresh the bed
Like them I'm wrapped in scent
My veins pull the waves under his feet
I must add another layer on my chilled spine
This residual taste is more than grape
a mix of tobacco and cedar chest
In my pocket a vague note
promises something about settling
outside this parish one day
as if you really cared for me
for he and you are the same reason
some only remember wrong numbers
at times I wonder if you are clones
my mind creates to dissect
Even if money is made in foreign lands
you must stay in me
he will do too
Hold me in your fur coat all night
I'll teach you how to fight the cold
with chicken soup steaming up the kitchen
and ashes in a box