In the Haze

It's not loneliness when you're only crying

It's not hunger when your plate is full

What are you mad about?

The trees have turned over

You're back in the bad days

You need to start over

In the basement

Of the hospital

Waiting for a test that says I'm normal

A man rolls by

In a very tall bed

The most expensive one he'll ever have, that's what you said

And down the hall

His cries are a rhythm

I walk out for now

I do not leave them

Goodbye, old friend

Now gone to start over

You're still a knot of string, taut under my skin

The trees have twice turned over

My hope has a brave face

She's been in bed all week

Oh, my hope, she leaves no trace

What we stole on those Sundays

In the haze

In the haze