Song

Hands turn to mice
My watery eyes sway
My bones melted inside me
And I closed my anvil eyelids

I didn’t even want to come in
My ears rang in the room
And the drums and trumpets
Played to my entrance and
Saying, “Boy, you look homeless
And you look useless
What are you doing here?”

But useless I am not
I can use what I’ve got
And I threw it all around with my voice
And she joined in with me
I swear, almost killed me
And would have probably
If the kids weren’t listening.