Calloused Sole Heeling

Once dead in the middle of my floor
Now he's just air and mud and thin lore
Once a puddle in a little meat locker
His mother was his mouth, but he was still born a talker

He was my man when we still had a feeling
Soles can grow callouses, feet can be heeling
I was his woman back when that had meaning
I was fine with the lie, now I'm fine the keening

Our daughter was born in the depths of the 80s
When lightning and mirrors were smoked and kept shady
When the idea of eras was coming on strong
And everyone knew which this was, and was wrong

As any would, we hoped the girl would outlive us
We stole time to make her, time would not forgive us
It dogged me so close 'til I went back to gardening
Full suffocation, eyes narrowed and hardening

Every corruption is there for the buying
Some are so common, not even worth spying
You can grow poison and keep it in store
To leave for the lost child you once had stayed for



Credits
Writer(s): James Garvin
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