
Laura Tuthall
The Rest (2014)
this probably is
another incorrect craze
I think I think up these things
just for energy’s sake
I need to believe
I can keep running on flames
‘cause they’re all that I’ve saved
I lost my feet
to the brainwaves
I want nothing more
than eyes to read my mind
so I keep my door unlocked at night
hoping they might
look in on me
and see how brave I’ve been
a perfect storm:
house and home,
like soul and skin,
remodeled by
time pushing in
you probably think
I use too many words
but my thoughts are like birds
that forgot how to flock
fuck your organized opinion
I need some rest
to better the rest of me
this probably is
another incorrect craze
I think I burn up these things
just for energy’s sake
I need to believe
there’s more than straw
in my cage
guess I forgot I was in here as well
'til the rain came
I want nothing more
than hands to fill up mine
so I kick my covers off at night
hoping you might
wrap around me
and feel how thin I'm spread
I opened my eyes
the clock read 9:17
so I stretched in the sheets
and I grabbed my guitar to sing
as I lay there strumming blues in my bed
well it hit me like hellfire
I missed out on you
but not the rest
I want nothing more
than eyes to quiet mine
so I leave my soul unlocked
at night
hoping you might
check in and see
how whole I can be