Lessening

Conversations with the bathroom mirror

A rusted conscience, a leaking faucet

I'm wishing backwards in some played out language

A votive candle for her birthday cake

Anna isn't feeling well today

She's sleeping weightless in skeleton leaf skin

And walking ghostlike, coughing in her coffee

I'm tracing patterns of light on the ceiling

Keep a window open so that the house can breathe confident steam

I leave this note at your bedside

(Sunday dress full of green beans

Trackside, never-ending train trackside)

In hopes that it finds you well

(Sunday dress full of green beans

Trackside, never-ending train trackside)

No photograph to remember you by

(Sunday dress full of green beans

Trackside, never-ending train trackside)

I never thought to ask that much, I always ask too much

(Sunday dress full of green beans

Trackside, never-ending train trackside)

Remember me, please remember me

When nothing is everything

And everything becomes nothing

Mother, may I hold your last sundown?