. . . shes plastic  a sunbleached saint  but in her heart shes all in

    Strange thing to be thinkin

Why are you listenin

Why ya thinkin tha

We were just outside

                      Fed the cats  While Robert finished the last of bigfoots wet food we wandered to the porch railing took in the yard the trees I planted

                                                    At the rock by the sage shes leaning against it

Shes not yours

She is not

Why didnt hallie take her when she left

She thought she was coming back

Shes been thinking seven years

Not of the saint  Shes not religious

Howd she escape tha given her mothers a God freak

I cant say Ive no idea

                        If she was religious we woudnt have dated let alone moved in together

 

You miss her

Every day

The saint a talisman

    Ya know   Ive never given it any thought

hallie placed it there

                       Housewarming gift from her aunt

We agreed to let it warm the out of doors

Despite shes plastic her expression is very    very  devout

Pious

A good mold

Id say

I did for us

I do for you

             Or you woudnt inhabit me

Likely leaning in there against a rock

    In your head

My Maw always said I had rocks in my head    

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