Hee Loop (feat. Miles Francis)

I found myself living in a shotgun shack

in another part of the world

on the table before me was a ballpoint pen—dry—

and a sheet of paper—soaking wet—

and in my arms—

in my arms—

a child

who twisted round his head to sing to me—he sang—

 

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[meaning, “father, father—take the stone out of my mouth. father—take the stone out of my mouth]

 

I dropped him on the table

and I went out through the window

it shattered like my reputation

there was so much glass

I couldn’t walk

I had to fly with tiny motions of my hands

until I reached

the white cliffs at the end of the world

and the seagulls screamed around me, swooping, and

one hit my shoulder, bleeding

and he fell into my arms

and he brushed his feathers across my lips

and he brushed his feathers across my eyes

and he said—

 

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“father, father—pull the arrow from my wing”

 

and I took him in my arms

and I lowered him into the ocean

and I watched his grey soul swim away

and I wanted to follow

but it wasn’t my time

it wasn’t my time

it wasn’t my time

it wasn’t my time