© 2020 by LAURA TUTHALL. All rights reserved.

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

but I forgot I was in here as well

when 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