In Stitches

My body bangs and twitches

This brown liquor wets my tongue

My fingers find the stitches

Firmly back and forth they run



I need no other memory

Of the bits of me I left

When all this lethal drinking

Is to hopefully forget

About you



I might as well admit it

Like I even have a choice

The crew have killed the captain

But they still can hear his voice



A shadow on the water

A whisper in the wind

On long walks with my daughter

Who's lately full of questions about you



About you



When Job asked you the question

You responded "Who are you

To challenge your creator?"

Well, if that one part is true



It makes you sound defensive

Like you had not thought it through

Enough to have an answer

Or you might have bit off

More than you could chew