East of Seattle

east of seattle

East of Seattle
West of Memphis
she slipped out of
a flannel
placed a flower in her hair
while Christina sang, “A Thousand Years”
said, take me to somewhere
other than this mountain fog
that’s smothering me
keeping my wings too damp while
wishing with coins dropped in a well
to escape this living hell.

Repeated, take me, somewhere
help me slip out of this
give me your breath
wrap me in your protective cape.

burn baby burn

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