Nebraska Bricks

And I grew up

on alcoholic evenings and slow jazz music to keep my heart

beating

because after all that happens in a dissolving family

the need for a song to sing me to sleep still rings true

and I always knew that there wasn't glue strong enough to sew

these roots together

and now that I've wasted too many years

and I've lost track of where I started

I have to dream at night of who I was and why after twenty years

of marriage

I am what is left and I'd like to go back now

and make myself up because I'd be a brick so I wouldn't feel

and I'd lift myself up and I'd throw myself at this house

to break windows and smash walls