he said, "I want you on the back of my bike."
i hiked up my skirt & threw my leg over.
cold arms hold tight, heads turn
past the places we used to live
over traintracks, in the whiskey-kissed evening
my dress ripped long before he pushed it round my hips
and in the sick-sober morning, a safety pin
is stronger than my amateur stitches.
a prayer for him, answered in the sleep-deprived small hours
a message, "Im here"
and i am living on a dead-end street
counting days & miles & devotions
to a photograph of blurry ghosts
double-exposed and smiling, scowling
with the heavy sadness of numbered years
& love in broken bottles
released August 1, 2009
Stacey-Marie Piotrowski (lyrics, vox, guitar, accordion, tambourine), Ryan Roux (cello), John Fernandes (violin), Kate Grace (photograph)