ANN MARIE NACCHIO
My Backyard
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Sink is dripping in the kitchen
The way it has the past 5 weeks
But the pattern’s changed today
Now the droplets seem to scream
Buzzing ‘round my apartment
The way it has the last 4 days
The fly that refuses to die
Sends me into a rage
The numbers they climb
The ground’s not so hard
Tip toe round the choices I’ve made
Hidden in my backyard
Driving up the highway
Going down route 3
A pickup truck decides to try his luck
That was it for me
Newfound expert did his research
For 2 hours after lunch
Fuck my lived experience I guess
I’m the one who’s out of touch
The numbers they climb
The ground’s not so hard
Tip toe round the choices I’ve made
Hidden in my backyard
Think I’ve had it with restraint
As they march one by one
Don’t know who I’m singing about
But I know that I’m done
And the guilt builds
It builds in my mind
My mind it spirals
It spirals all night
Screaming into the void
I’m running out of space
Running out of time
Got to get out of this place
Trying to feel
Nothing is real