Turkey Vultures

Turkey vultures gather in the yard

Oh Lord

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