Blue Bottle Snuff Jar

Lovely water flows through my fingers

Brown it may seem from the dirt underneath us

I can see you as long as

Water moves gracefully past our bodies

Summer moon peaks their head through the

Trees in our backyard, blue bottle snuff jar

Echos ring when we're out dancing

I hear them crying, sobered past dying

Scary flashlights, faceless chickens

Running 'round naked, nothing is sacred

I can feel the overcast blowing

All of their mothers died from cancer