Turkey Vultures

Turkey vultures gather in the yard With a face as blank as a shovel They're fired up about Jesus They're tired out of all the nature I wrap the heavy gauze around me I get unfocused Make me blurry I tether myself three feet from me I do not feel my ugly body We turn off all the heat And freeze at night And all the snow falls from the trees Just like a jockey from a novice horse My past a mine field beneath me There's a sex shop off the highway With a biblical name Nana crashed the carpool On the way to my mom's birthday Snow didn't stick it never does The boat I feel so lonely in Ends up to hold us all I cannot tell myself apart At night I don't count stars I count the dark