Mother had it coming
Living in the rooms she did
Father gave it to her and
And then she had this kid
She remembers nothing
And swears I shouldn’t be
He remembers nothing and
Says I’m not, at all, me
The rooms they kept
In sunny places
Had rising damp all up the walls
And every day
when she woke up
She’d start to paint
…
A shadow of a tree in the halls.
Mother had it coming
Looking the way she did
Father knew well the way he looked
When he looked at her
The two of them
In sunny places
Kept looking at each other
And when father looked at mother
And when mother looked at father
There was nothing but the other
In the room
From dirty ceilings
And filthy floors
Came the lot of us
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