Spill into the Aisle

By spring, my head after months of numbness and sickness

By spring, my head after months of numbness and sickness

By spring, my head after months of numbness and sickness

By spring, my-

I sleep facing the wall

Not disturbing you or the kid

Or all the dogs

I'm in my head

I don't mind, I'm not me

I see this: A man, a father

Looks back, looks back

And chews his tongue

Again

He knows this house won't stay full by spring

Moving truck on the curb

Even in the dark, facing the wall

In this small home, his thoughts carry

In this small home, his thoughts carry

He dragged his words out

They left ruts in the lawn