Widows

  C#m
G#m         A
It's almost Mother's Day
E                G#          F#m
Me and the other widows will commiserate
C#m                      A E
Alone at Montessori again
G#m            F#m
Straddling two worlds
     C#m   G#m             A
Between the crush of single parenting
        E
And the need for wailing in the woods
F#m
Around a slash pile burning
C#           G#     F#m
Into the night with tear crusted eyes
E  F#m

C#m                         A
I know I'm overcompensating
        E  G#         F#m7
In this PTSD disorientation
        C#m7              G#m                A
From my brief time in the rich part of the city
        E                G#m
Now my hands stink like salmon skin
F#m
Left out in the rain in the ash
       C#5                   G#5
Of the fire from last night
           F#m5
I haven't bathed in a while
               E
And no one's near me

    G#m        F#m
(If there's significance in where you live
C#m          G#m          F#m
Let it all go and follow love and intuition)
           E                G#m            F#m
Today the tabloids told the world you separated me
(And see what's there)
   C#m          G#m              A
My phone began dinging more than usual
(In the open sky)
                     E                 G#m               F#m
It was just like the day they found out that we'd gotten married
(Because we're all gonna die)
  C#m         B
Unwanted attention
         A                 E                   G#                  F#m
From an inhumane delirious absurd other world that keeps trying to eat you
 A

             C#m      G#m7         A
I woke up quivering, raw, and heartbroken again
         E               G#m
Took my daughter to the garbage dump
    F#m
And rifled through the free pile
          C#m             G#m
And stood next to the pit
    A                         E         G#m
The crows and ravens circling spoke to us
             F#m            C#m  G#m
And we spoke back to them
     A
But nothing is real
              E       G#m   F#m
Except this one thing

C#m           B        A                              C#m           B
Please remember at the bookstore in the poetry corner upstairs
                A
I slept with my head on your lap

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