Sue Jeffers

insurgent folk

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and our lips our arms our throats
choked with the ashes
clinging greedily to our eyes
dried starfish grabbing for new life with the moisture
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
cough all night until we forget
that this wasn't always a part of us
this wasn't always a part of us

copyright 1988 Sue Jeffers