To the Bone - Deb Talan

We did not ask how things were defined Some pieces were missing but the puzzle looked fine One day we look up from inside a song Something felt more right Somet

Like water swirling cold into warm our eyes were turning before the storm we didnt see the fire we could taste the smoke of something burning Every time I ride

I picked this yellow for my curtain Its warm and true and it looks like you I catch sight of a wild bird On a long post on a long fence And I can see you everyw

the last few golden leaves are clinging tightly to their branches like they don't want to let go like they don't trust what they don't know what they don't know

A good days work We've lain Pack it all in No time to remember Don't look up The sky has fallen Watch your shoes Taking that first step What to do What to do Th

You worry on Hurting anybody anymore You worry on Small comfort One of us seems not to tremble You make a rift inside me Every day Then you choose to stay I wal

A bird flies out And over the rooftops Down past the cars in my line of view It's a strange beginning Comic and awkward grace In a picture on the table I'm in a

Tell Your Story Walking - Deb Talan Tell it to the judge man Tell it to your motherless reflection In a sock and one shoe After the great defection He said tell