Your skin was plump with humidity
The summer Evening was alive
With sounds of crickets playing for free
The melody how they survived
That music filled up all my body
Poured out their wings, then out of me
I mopped it up and squeeezed it into
Our steaming pot of herbal tea
We spend our days filling and emptying
A cricket’s song into our eardrums bend
We spend our days filling and emptying
You quietly sipped in my tall tales
Singing into beer-soaked microphones
And telling other people’s stories
And so afraid to know my own
You sighed you’re sick of laundry piles
Your swelling breasts, your shrinking life
But at the crux of all you lost though
You gained the joy of this insight
We spend our days filling and emptying
A cricket’s song into our eardrums bend and then
We spend our days filling and emptying
I was full of you and you of me then
It was about time to head home
Wanted to show you one more kindness
So I took your trash out to the road
As I was driving in the twilight
Sky’s colors snuck inside me still
Guess I’ll unpack the car tomorrow
Tonight I’ve got an empty page to fill
We spend our days filling and emptying
A cricket’s song into our eardrums bend and then
We spend our days filling and emptying
