COP SONG
Cop looks like he has seen a ghost.
My hands keep pulling words from air.
I keep on staring at his hip.
I keep missing what he's saying.

I stashed what I had.
They can't put me away.
My real name wouldn't help anyway.

Then back to her uncle's house.
He keeps his damn hands to himself.
We tell him all about the barn.
He won't say a word.

I fix the sink.
You know, he was in the war.
She's off counting change.
He's never short.

Gas burns like holy teenage fire.
I've never seen something so big.
That barn was waiting for us all along,
like Uncle waited for her.

For days I smelled like smoke,
days away from home.
I can look them in the the eye.
I'm learning to be kind.

Our white shadows in the ash on the snow.

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