Poem for miss j

Joann asked me to write a song about/for her. I can't remember which. Always turns into both, anyways. So I sat down at the piano and wrote a song. Hopefully it will cheer her up, not make her feel sad. It's not really a sad song. But maybe it's more of a poem. Who knows...

There's no need to stutter again
or hide what you've been looking for

on the edge, ribbons and dresses,
a vixen, a wisher, a planet

stones crumble up against your feet
hear the contours turn on your tongue

seven leaves slip through the tea
a future of blooms and words undone

Leave your corset untied and
let the laces drag on the ground
behind you

followed by birds
magpies toughen the hem of your skirt

it's fine to be in tatters
leaves spaces for a heart to mend it's edges

photograph a figure not slighted
your toes turn away from the lens
in the distance

into the night
you gather the embers
and throw them to the trees

Burning up
the roots you were granted
holding the ashes aloud
you clear yourself of him
and begin

you keep the moon
in the planes of your bones

listen hard.