A Heat Rash In The Shape Of The Show Me State

She bruised so black

They watched it fade through the full spectrum of colors

They kept it like a pet or private joke they told no others

And oh, oh,

How the tissue repaired

Then how it turned to yellow

She found it disgusting cause it didn't match her clothing

He said that it's not yellow

It's golden

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this'll never be the same

They promised they'd be best of friends from now until forever

But both were far too needy not to fall for the other

And how the frequent public displays

Of sisterly affection

They left her feeling safe,

Left him with an erection

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this'll never be the same

Her body barely visible as bleach-white as the bedsheets

As stiff as starched, only perceptible as her middle was still branded

With a heat rash in the perfect shape of the Show Me State

Your come-on lines are disastrous

Noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this'll never be the same

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this'll never be the same

Letter from me to Charlotte:

They appropriated everything we ever loved

And dressed it up in quotations and fluff

I had a dream: [though said with hands in pocket,

I mean it hand on heart]

You held a gun to his head

Pressed your thumbs to her throat

In these letters

Letters from me to Charlotte

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this'll never be the same

Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain

Shout into the wind this'll never be the same

This will never be the same

Things will never be the same again