Pumpkin Hands

Pumpkin hands are the only hands I’m holding each

Farewell spices, full belly is the only belly

Dead days are shot

Live days are the only ones to resurrect but have no need of that

When the storm came, pink in the night

With the clicking of a door and the trees goin’ wild

I felt hot skin

You held me scooped in an arm like a pumpkin hands are the hands I’m tryin’

Fall 2007, Toronto