I’m a godmother to be
A sugartoothed auntie
A talkedtoomuch garden snake
A hermit crab cast iron
An ancient cat flew down to the table
Where my ex burned the steak
Pissed on our plates
Said get out of here
Chased us down the storybooked block
I kept running didn’t turn back
I’m still jogging long stride
The soundtrack up pace
The camera shift from my back to my front
Capturing my stride
Way more waifish than you’d have thought
I’m stable and easy, locked in and loose
I sing to my friend I spray the notes
From the hose nozzle go babe, leave
When the moment is right
Sneak to the airport
There’s at least 50 ways to leave your lover
Another one is come here to me we can run
Together. I’ll nurse the baby and I’ll stitch up
Your C section wound
I’ll hold what I can
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