Party Store
Karina Gill
Behind the counter at the corner store the calendar shows three years before
A two by three of the cashier's kid at least with those brown eyes it must be his
But it's late at night and I'm not going to ask about the tiny face beneath the plexiglass
Sometimes you say you're feeling small
You plan all day for your own funeral
The cold cold light and the organ plays
Your deadbeat dad there in a suit of gray
It's late at night but you want me to ask about your mother's love and your sordid past
I'm not a fool who wants to turn back time
Erase the jagged line
Because there was no time before you
There was just you the time before
It's late at night and I don't want to know why the future comes fast and the past goes so slow