Fill yourself with quarters :: SOTD

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“You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends,
when you pass them at night
under the silvery,
silvery citibank light.
Arm-in-arm-in-arm and eyes-and-eyes glazing under.
Oh, you wouldn’t angel watching over,
surprise,
surprise they wouldn’t want to watch.
Another uninnocent, 
elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults.”

Two less than a quarter
by me

The day creeps closer
an anniversary we don’t count anymore
a day of starts
shared
but now its just me
left celebrating

I try reclaiming
once upon a time the day
was just mine
middle of the night baby
a valley hospital bed
my mother so very young

And you
three years later
across an unfolded map
an older mother
the youngest child
twins give-or-take the passing of years

She wears your ring on a long, silvery chain
I don’t know how I ended up with it
did you throw it at me when I couldn’t stand you anymore
the tiny deaths you kept carving
finally doing us in
or did you leave it behind as evidence that you were once here

I count backwards as I walk
the tape whirring until it is translucent
air blowing before the first notes begin
nothing but screaming silences
are you there in that space between
trapped in an aural underworld

“If you leave me I’ll never go”

I feel you there in the shadows
hiding in the songs I refuse to play
pairing a two with a three into eternity
stealing the day for yourself
for the us that we’ll never be again

Mistaken for Strangers (2007) :: The National
from the album, Boxer

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