lady basco

heather martin

where are you going
i'm looking at you now
staring at your face
searching for a trace
wrapping my tears in your palm
bow to your feet for some calm
you're giving me your oxygen
i don't want it, rather smoke again
i'm touching your body
studying your mouth
crawling inside you
with your friends from down south
three days to say good bye
am i in your eyes?
come on and pinch
the skin
on my elbow
come on and steal
a thrill
in a cab
we'll bring it right back sir
just wanted to know what it was like to be her
how does your cat out live you
purring bitter peaceful at your feet
we already miss you
breathless cradled in a sheet
three days to say good bye
am i in your eyes?
come on and pinch
the skin
on my elbow
come on and steal
a thrill
in a cab
we'll bring it right back sir
just wanted to know what it was like to be her
the meaning in this, i guess i'm supposed to find
grateful heather, for this borrowed time
three days to say good bye
you never told me why
where are you by and by
can i come too if i try
do you count my cries
will it save you die
i didn't mean to pry
but i need to know
am i in your eyes
too sudden i do not comply
i don't want to watch you die
am i in your eyes
where did you go
i'm looking at you now
pounding my head
on the body you just left
are you all ready
are you sure
cause i'm fucked up and unsteady
my heart's feeling sore
three days to say good bye
am i in your eyes?
come on and pinch
the skin
on my elbow
come on and steal
a thrill
in a cab
i'll bring it right back sir
just wanted to know what it was like to be her
seems like there's nothing to find
heather heather on the mind


the undeniable you.

it's bold! it's italicized!

cause i think there is something i want to say here.
about this interest of mine. this general interest: the undeniable you.

i think i want to drive home a point. i want to drive something home.
that is, i think, you.
yes. sometimes in that oh i'm so drunk please drive kind of way
or you're so drunk i'll drive way.
or you're so hot and i'm bothered by the space between us come home with me kind of way.
or maybe you just need a ride home and i got a vacant seat or two for you so hop on in.

but that's the physical, the verb, the act of driving something home.

but i say i want to drive you home.

the undeniable you.

i am very interested in that.
being witness to that arena in you that is capable of flying, capable of dreaming without getting your hand slapped.
where you still believe that santa comes down that chimney and ma's kisses really do heal those boo-boos.
when it was okay to cry.
that place where all your doubt and fear exists but you keep bringing out those boxing gloves and letting them know who's boss around these parts.
where you aren't worried about rent and car payments, prison bars and what he's thinking about.
or when that phone is going to ring.
when is that career gonna come sailing on in.
i want to experience you walking on those sidewalks of permission.
not chasing a party, searching for the next best thing, next hot spot,
always tripping over hundred dollar bills to pick up pennies.
no i like that one room where you got heads turning, all eyes are on you, and you're no longer apologizing for being here.
you're no longer looking around and through people to see who's going to show up.
because the point is you showed up.
and that is enough.
do you believe that?
that place in you that can stand there and look me in the eye and affect me.
where you stopped hiding behind that drink.
you stopped smoking up your feelings.
and allowed yourself to comeout from under that clenched jaw
those stiff shoulders and said bring it. i can take it.

damn it! that place where i am elated just from being around you. that place where i'm proud to know you.

and you humbly look over with no record of baggage just owning who you are not needing to speak.

just radiating.

i believe this is home. yes. it feels like home.

the company we keep