Go back to sleep
Wish for a wilderness without predators
In the thicket down by the old drain
Where cicadas hum and the busted spray paint cans rust
Wish us a shelter from the gasoline rain
Wish us a safe harbor when the waves cap white on the bay
Our childhood came to pick us up from the county jail
Come and bail us out!
Those last few days, they make perfect sense
Confessions you could never confess, confessions
I can't repeat-- I can't repeat
They are not my words You were not alone
They are in the bay with your ashes
(Go back to sleep)
I wish cicadas clung to street lamps instead of your throat