Sue Jeffers

insurgent folk

FBI Records




Press Kit

Get Stuff


and our lips our arms our throats
choked with the ashes
clinging greedily to our eyes
like dried starfish grabbing for new life
with the moisture
leaving black streaks
the back roads you'll take home with you tomorrow
while i'm still sleeping
yes we could stand here
our feet planted in the wet gravel and wait
for the rain to melt us away
but we've both swallowed a bit
and we'll cough all night before we forget
this wasn't always a part of us