memphis from Dunce Magic by Hog Boy

put a bottle in the freezer
how i used to do
pretty hot out on the street
but in the house it's cool
i would go sit in the park
but i'm afraid of other people
like you
as if there's anybody like you
i don't want to go to work
but i think i sort of like him
got a wound where my body was
all the dirt can wander in
but his hand in mine briefly
was the opposite of sin
isn't that a reason to live for
isn't that a reason to live
and i keep a real private count
hold my bad cards to my bad heart now
hold them away from where you could've ever reached them
if you'd wanted to
is that the sort of thing you'd ever do
haven't had a dream where you were in it
for a long while now
pressing my knuckles up against
your soft and suffering mouth
linking my arms around your hard ribs
how the moving parts remember
what all would i have to sever
only to forget about
there is no prayer and priest
no earth on which i know peace
no pill to quiet me down
nobody ever coming around
i can hear your voice still
and it's telling me lies
would you return me to the tennessee sky
would you unearth me on the third day
would you raise me how i wanted her to
is that the sort of thing you'd ever do
i can hear your voice still
and it's telling me lies
would you return me to the tennessee sky
would you unearth me on the third day
would you pull me out entirely new
is that the sort of thing you'd ever do

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