When this passover has passed
Will we be happy that we had it?
Will we still steer clear of pioneer
And go back to dancing at the rabbit?
I have no idea how
This will all iron out
And I'm preparing myself
For it to not
But then I had a mystical morning
And by noon I was no one at all--
We've never been so beautiful!
But you don't want to see me this way
We went wakeboarding as kids out in a channel in the stick marsh
Oblivious to what I now think of as an alligator death march
But it's just how we did it in south Florida
I can still dig that part
'Cause now I'm a bridesmaid in houndstooth
And Death's looking flushed in the flowers
Of Vishnu
And each new day's charms
Tangled up in his multiple arms,
Getting used to the idea of the farm life,
Feeling alright about her choices
Making cat-like contented noises,
Sweating out the poisons
Now I wan't to point out to you that rather strange question:
Who has bewitched you?
Shit's not a metaphor
So I project positive vibes to the honeymooning couple
My cosmic consciousness is crammed inside
My cheap carry-on duffle bag
And I don't think it will fit in the overhead
