Started out late 



In my Dirty Plaid Coat 



Watched my heel 



lift the dead satin dress 



from the ground 



One day I touched it with my hands 



and it scattered like scared birds 



By 3a.m. they were pidgeons 



with drinking problems and bad luck 



on God's front porch 



where the wind 



is dense with insects 



where the wind 



is dense with bugs 



Made of coffee and guitars