I'll be songs in your car
the dust on your windshield
nothing too heavy or whole
for you to actually carry
I keep dreaming a baby
I’m raising alone
in a big dark city
fear and love percolating
I'll be the heart archivist
over here
that day you made me sign
an invisible contract
invoke very briefly
your brown eyes and dirty arms
then relinquish my omnipotence
and I begin again
and again
wherever my beginning is
