Both Hands

oh, no don't close your eyes
i am writing
graffitti on your body
i am drawing the story of
how hard we tried
i am watching your chest rise and fall
like the tides of my life,
and the rest of it all
and your bones have been my bedframe
and your flesh has been my pillow
i've waiting for sleep
to offer up the deep
with both hands


-ani difranco



[swan song]



for you.
for this.
for everything.

thank you.