My friend Shira
whose name means song and legs mean trouble
wrote a lovesong to God,
hoping He’d buy her redemption
but instead He bought her a sandwich
from the central bus station,
salmon on whole wheat no cucumbers.
So
I sat with her on the top of the nearest mountain
flashlight in my mouth, rock in my shoe
and watched the buses run later than they’re scheduled to,
hoping my epitaph would read
“She might’ve
She might’ve
She might’ve been wrong”.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 7:03 AM UTC
My friend Shira
whose name means song and legs mean trouble
wrote a lovesong to God,
hoping He’d buy her redemption
but instead He bought her a sandwich
from the central bus station,
salmon on whole wheat no cucumbers.
So
I sat with her on the top of the nearest mountain
flashlight in my mouth, rock in my shoe
and watched the buses run later than they’re scheduled to,
hoping my epitaph would read
“She might’ve
She might’ve
She might’ve been wrong”.
