Hiding

Intro: Take the train to Frankford I won’t answer when they call I guess that’s just my gift to myself Drank a lot and danced to The Cure Holding on for dear life To the frayed edge of a feeling we misplaced years ago And knowing we should really get back home Made mistakes The plants died young, like all good things But I wish my small self had known How much water to use Still some nights I find The ideas that bring me rest Are the ones that used to prod and pester and keep me up Swinging open doors I swore I’d shut Pouring pewter Amassing coins to displace debt to you My straight-line shooter Let me learn here I am in pursuit of all I can undo Entertain the cancer We all answer upwards either way The waiting game is tied again Backs of hands and phrases Misplaced gazes Things we still deny to selves and hesitate to talk about A call from high school two drinks in I smiled but you could not see Your tin can cell receiver hummed its New York static song The lever pulled and all at once The floor was false The center seam divided Lace and well-pressed cotton Found the flood we’d since forgotten We still leave our shoes at the door Before we wring out our wet clothes Across your floor and future Stitch the gaps that destiny assumed With floral sutures Are you hiding or have I abandoned you? Let me learn here I am in pursuit of all I can undo End on