I cry looking at photos of great grandma Sally
because she's got the eyes
the eyes that are 3000 years old
sitting on the deck with Dad
swarm of crows flying in synch
vanishes into the fog
Grandma tells me about a time
Mom painted herself green, put tinfoil
on her head, and went to the bar
open field with a window
open field with a window
open field with no child
don't call it an episode
I'm not your TV
my heart isn't actually inside me
it's where they all are
