See Wind / Blankets and Dirt

by Edward Lasher

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released April 7, 2013

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Track Name: See Wind
I used to think I could see wind, but I only knew tugging on branches and rolling debris on the ground.

It won't do much if I say that I love you again. It's only a transitive verb, a pronoun, and nothing more.

I watched the holes punched in space where stars used to burn from a bald parking lot at the start of the Chesapeake Bay watershed. You stayed in the car with a migraine, your eyes closed, your heard pulsing under your forehead. We went back to the motel to sleep.

I used to think I could see wind, but I only knew tugging on branches and rolling debris on the ground.

If we go back to some late night at Haverford, I set in motion the start of us spiraling down, out of control.

I watched the blank blackboard sky, the late autumn wind as it blew through your hair. We were in love then. But now that's all changed. We were just kids carried away on a cold front, and we thought we were flying. I thought we were flying. I think we were flying, still.

I used to think I could see wind, but I only knew tugging on branches and rolling debris on the ground.
Track Name: Blankets and Dirt
Why are you shaking?
We'll bury this problem in the great backyard.
when no one's watching
I'll scatter grass seed over the scar.

I'll light a fire.
We'll burn the records and drown the ash.
I'll boil the lye
and I will make soap, wash away our tracks.

Everything we rinse away or burn or hide beneath our feet
we will forget about in time, and all the unrelenting noises
will be children laughing, music playing, our own voices
full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

We'll keep our secrets,
all of our shames wrapped in blankets and dirt.
We will keep going
over our story till it sounds unrehearsed.