is shannon curled up on the love seat,
crying because all of her youth is gone?
she hears the front door unlock,
she wipes her eye sockets
on the pillow she was crying on.
a sip of water washes away her countenance,
she muffles her projection,
meets me behind door hinges.
on the living room wall,
i see pictures of sunsets and angels,
a framed photo of you crying next to the swing set
caught by the branches.
her head: what got in it?
edith builds hives on the mind,
makes youth translucent then
sits back and watches how well love
shines through it.
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016