I keep having
these dreams about
you, (I keep having
these dreams about you)
i have nothing to say
a lot of redundancy, mom, why
is it taking me so long?
was it because of the
night in the barn?
I dunno, I tell myself.
I can put on a pretty good show,
i guess, I'll sit at work and
reprimand myself behind the
fax machine, you told him you were done
but that was really for the greater good,
and I think about how to him, everything
has the potential to be fixed--
like people are brick buildings or
wooden shelves or long pipelines,
he's been fixing everything for a while
welding all his wounds shut and shootin'
the rats that find their ways into his room--
that doesn't change the things he said--
that I won't bother repeatin'

redundancy, like i was saying earlier.



that doesn't fix the dreams
how I changed a little with him
that I feel a little warmer with
sweet tea, with milk, with the
old men that walk into the bank
all watery eyed and spotted,
who I have to yell at so they
can hear me past half a century
of haulin' hay, i dunno,


i dunno. Dakota brought
out something good in me
the way streams wash out
little flecks of gold


i'm okay


I think.