Places by Mary Kane
They say to bring it from the diaphragm. That’s where the song is. The only place. Find it and it will open you. Here’s a little time we can borrow I crushed it out of my throat. Constricting the muscles to try and shape it into a beautiful, flowy ribbon. It was small and shaky. No good. I kept trying. I am stubborn. At least that’s what you said. Oh, can’t see no other way, no way It’s like losing something. It’s only in one place. Once the keys in the dishwasher. Once Abby in the EZ Bake. Tomorrow may rain with sorrow I don’t like to think about where I left you-you, me, or where you are now. If I consider you alive still without me, maybe happy? I get a deep pinch between the throat and diaphragm. I said I wanted the best for you, because that’s what you say. Can’t see no other way
I heard a song today that we loved together. I thought of leaving it there, on your couch where I first gave it to you. All the clouds blew away." But I took it back. I always take back my songs. You have so many other things: the bike pump, my other person. I sang it so many times I lost count. In my VW, I’m a real singer. The stereo so loud, I believe I hit all the notes, even the tiny ones. Other drivers would think me impressive if they bothered to look. Got no trouble today, with anyone I sang it from the right place It’s enough for me baby and didn’t try to make it good. It’s enough for me