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I Hang My Hands Out To Dry

by Ruby Throat

My dark dress swallows the past, dams it flat
Precarious haste, so we undid the plank
Blood from shells as strings gather, one of the dusty things
Lines crossing in a skullbare

Relative the fingers go to mouth and she laughs
My sky is a residual low, low pressure
Shelf preaches birds, its cold arms 'round my shoulders
My dark dress swallows the past
My dark dress swallows the past

I hang my hands out to dry
I hang my hands out to dry
'Cause I was meticulous, she said with pride
I hang my hands out to dry

Her little yellow dress torn away, away, away
Runaways always run out on themselves
When I was a bird I heard her say
Not a word, not a word

I hang my hands out to dry
I hang my hands out to dry
'Cause I was meticulous, she said with pride
I hang my hands out to dry

I hang my hands out to dry
Conspicuously tilted tunnels behind the closed eye
'Cause I was meticulous, she said with pride
I hang my hands out to dry
I hang my hands out to dry