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
