Laura Gibson
Marjory
Marjory I taught you not
To follow me out from the dark
I found a crow feather in my cup
The morning you arrived

Go on, bare your sharp wolf teeth
But don't you stitch yourself to me
'Cause I got out while my hands were clean
Kept singing even when the notes went sour

Here's to the ones we never needed
The ones who start and stop the bleeding
Who was I to think that I could
Split myself in two

Saw you spinning in your thrift store pearls
I saw you wobble in the rear view mirror
Well, the future is dim but at least it's clear
My dear, my Marjory

Come back when the crows have scattered
With your limbs long and your pink dress tattered
In a birth howl or a death rattle
I'd know you, I would wait