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Driftwood Ashes

from Songs For Cold by The Electric St. Lucy

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Up to my knees in sand from bags that broke four months ago, I wade in drifts of debris.
You could trick the eye into calling it late-season snow, with street after street poured down with bleach from the sea–poured down ground shell whiteout.

There's no mark the eraser won't seek. There's no depth the erasure won't reach, and it disappeared me.

This was a town. Now it's a forcibly abandoned storehouse of collective memory. You just can't see the roof or walls, and not a soul would touch the key, save me.

With every step, another unintended breach of privacy. I pass homes cracked down to foundations, their insides out and torn apart like their birthday cards, discarded mail, children's toys, vacationers' sandals, abandoned shovels and pails.

I see too much. I see my love undone.

[I see you busy your hands every way that you can.
I bet you pray your mind follows suit.
I wonder how much more of it you'll stand.
Do you honestly believe you're not too late for this rescue?]

I waited six months to come back, enough time for me to believe I was on my feet again, and that I fended off each wave of guilt strong enough to rend the last of their National Guardsmen.

Occupied with a tender exercise in peace of mind, I dropped a letter in the waves and said, "Everything is as it must be; you can't change what you won't know."

[All the while with some mawkish, maudlin ballad being scripted in your head! You couldn't see the sparks scatter-shot through all the smoke you blow, so it starts, and it burns.
It burns for days as you watch from screens and cry your futile miseries, pouring driftwood ashes into your own heart.

Let me know when it gets to be too much. I'll be waiting to see you come down. It won't be long now.

You know a place no sting of light can touch. Why don't you run to it?]

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from Songs For Cold, released June 1, 2018
D. Bargteil - bass, beats
J. Holland - drums
C.A. Napolitano - voice(s), guitar, synths, additional percussion

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