Sixty-One - Luther

We found her twitching on the ground

We took the grass out of her mouth

We put some life in those limbs

We sat at tables laughing off

Our skinny legs, our crooked jaws

Our stomachs stirring soot to soft cinders

Both of our bodies singing 'Oh, my heart and soul'

The wind was whispering and fighting fires in the

Caverns of our throats, the sun was shining off the whites of our eyes

A little later in the…

We had some clothes there on your floor

Our skinny arms locking your door

We turned the lights off and kissed

We missed the bus we had to walk

Through Kenwood Ave. and Oakdale Park

I said 'The Sox could take the series this year'

Both of our bodies singing 'Oh, my heart and soul'

The wind was whispering and fighting fires in the

Caverns of our throats, the sun was shining off the whites of our eyes

And the hand that sat in mine

While we were skidding on the ice

Our hands did not see much distance then did they?

Can’t name the season or the time, and now they’re just those faces you cannot

place and we will keep them that way

Both of our bodies singing 'Oh, my heart and soul'

The wind was whispering and fighting fires in the

Caverns of our throats, the sun was shining off the whites of our eyes