The Weather Station

Rind

The Weather Station


It is lodged under my bed
I can't sleep for it cracking away
The dark rind of the world peeled open, peeled away
Oh, I hear it all night, its silence, its absence
The space where you had just been
And I had known we were kin

I'm so tired, I'm so tired of it
I wanna sleep, but it tells me that its near my feet
In its teeth, that its near that its waiting
The wind took the words from my mouth
I just lay there and let it

The world ground on, sweet tongued
While I watched from my moon, my bedroom
Compositor: Tamara Lindeman

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