Orchard
Sophie Noel, Hill Kourkoutis
Hot in a hot year
Caught but I’m not here
Revel in disrepair
A body dishonest
Would break such a promise
Remember that this is where
It comes back to me
It comes back to me
It comes back to me
It comes back to me
Bursting the evening
Red as it’s leaving
Flood through the ordered rows
But on the vine the fruit was heavy
With all that it could be
We twist around the post that held the levee
It comes back to me
It comes back to me
It comes back to me
It comes back to me
Where does it go when
We forget
Hiding in folds of the under slept
Shallow grave in the garden
All the pictures I’m not in
We twist around the bed in someone’s heaven
It comes back to me
It comes back to me
It comes back to me
It comes back to me