my one phone call

there’s a stain on my hand
and a ring on every finger
a sad serpent
under eye-liner love
pregnant minds reading
red bottled time
with static gypsies
and a voice rose high above it all
we put ourselves in places like this
in the key of "e"
minor
just a bail of hay my friends
and a ball of chicken wire
for your hand on my back
to shut up a dancing fool
she laid out my cards
"court dates and cavities"
near future
darling