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Writer's picturedreaming of lulu

the mouth of a sailor, the heart of an airplane.


time came a-knockin'

she tore down the door to my bedroom and she pulled me out of bed

she pushed me in the shower and made me wash my head


she drove me to the airport and started up a cessna

took me to the sky and told me keep my head up


“stop looking back, that’s nowhere to be” she’d say to me

plan out your days and watch

as this haze

falls

away.


time came a-knockin'

she said pack your bags

take out the fuckin’ trash

i’ve gotta show you what it means to love yo’ ass


so she took me to a river

she said yell at it without holdin’ back


now

looked at her like she was full of craze

but did it anyhow


i yelled at the water and it yelled back

a screamin’ match over ex-lovers and stupid straw hats


time came back

she said light your own match

let me teach you to make a fire

one that will keep you warm next winter

so you don’t go crawlin' back to a love of your past


she told me a story

of a little girl sleepin’ under the moon

“you see how much she loves you?”


and for the first time in a millennium,

i listened

my hard head said not today ms. hurricane,

listen to what she’s got to say


i learned how to love her back

and i always end up on a runway

chasing till i get the airspeed in green

laughing at all i do at eighteen


lettin’ the scuffed shoes out

i take ‘em for walks and we sit by the river

screamin' like time told me to do


and as the months have passed

she doesn’t need to come knockin’ no mo'

she packed me up a box of tools and said

here

take these

fix up your heart on your sleeve

and show me how badly you want it


that life you think about when you close your eyes

that feeling you chase when you’re high up in the sky

the woman you so wish to be


she comes to visit me every now and then

not bangin’ down the door

just a passin’ glance

and i reassure her

i’m not dancin’ with no devil


and that life i dreamed about

i’m makin’

that feelin' i’ve been chasin’

i’m makin’

that woman i wished to be

i’m makin’.


so to airports and runways i go

rivers and streams and lovin’ no mo’

fires and sparks and hurricanes

i am.


i won’t let her find me that way again

not because i’m ashamed

but because i know


my

own

damn

name.

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