cheryl from ampersand by joseph biss

merrily married to my first wife
the phrase implies another one but not for my life
leave my alone to die like the swan on the pond

mother collecting iron irons
for propping open doors and stubbing foot ons
flattening chipmunk skulls as an awful child

as for my friends
they seem to die everyday
if you’d be a new one
i’d happily be yours too

as for my friends
they seem to die everyday
if you’d be a new one
i’d gladly be yours too

feel as though i’ll cry at any minute
crack bones, scrape marrow, laugh twice, and spit in it
granny taking tablespoons of bourbon each night

let’s pin this all together, split hairs, and count twice
seems like the maternal side can also play unnice
pick and choose your family feud i’ll sit here all night

as for my friends
they seem to die everyday
if you’d be a new one
i’d happily be yours too

as for my friends
they seem to die everyday
if you’d be a new one
i’d gladly be yours too

• Folk
• folk
• psychedelic folk
• spoken word
• Lake George