Midnight, out in Pennsylvania;
and you know that I miss ya.
Tonight I dreamed you’d run away from home;
you went out on your open road alone.

Screaming, "Regina,
you say you know me, but I don’t know ya.
You don’t wanna know what I’ll do to ya
if you lay hands on me or my family again.

Jester, don’t cry;
big girls, we don’t cry
except today, and tomorrow,
and every time someone we love dies."

I never knew how much I hurt ya.
Now you’re living on the water;
you are drifting off like sirens in the trees,
snow in windy March, and fire hydrant sprinklers.

So long, like forever,
it’s been awhile since I’d seen yer
sleepy parking lots and siblings drowning in beer;
it’s been hard for us this year.


from A Place That Doesn’t Exist, released April 22, 2019


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