Hold On: Border Town

Border Town


Honey lets go build a fort
Out of sheets and blankets
And hang blue Christmas lights from everywhere
Bedouin or astronaut
I don’t know what I forgot
But I will improvise to keep this part

And only you are allowed to call me “Baby”
And only you get to mess up my hair
And only you see me after the after-show-party
When I’m tired of being someone else somewhere

Where I end and you begin
A pocket made between two skins
I get so lost down in this border town
Push me up; I’m backsliding
I read too much in your crying
I’ve grown unfamiliar with tears of joy

And only you are allowed to call me “Baby”
And only you get to mess up my hair
And only you see me after the after-show-party
And I couldn’t care what is or isn’t fair


December 8, 2008