The Rope
Kai Woolen-Lewis
There’s no good in all of us
Some places grass won’t grow
We try to fill our empty space with newspaper and silicone
Mama collect the rope
The laurel wreaths in all of us wild and overgrown
There’s no good in all of us
Some places grass won’t grow
Mama collect the rope
I am comfort
I am cold
Mama collect the rope
I am fortune
I am hope
Mama collect the rope
Sweet sister of mercy
Hold your brother close
Snake in the grass
Hold your brother close