This funny place,
every place somewhere else.
How, I love you, turns a face,
changes minds, becomes a back.
Mine, too,
into this river spine of loneliness
up freezing ground,
snow-warmed, underneath.
This funny place,
every place somewhere else.
How, I love you, turns a face,
changes minds, becomes a back.
Mine, too,
into this river spine of loneliness
up freezing ground,
snow-warmed, underneath.
