Andrea Baker

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Owe

 

 

 

One boy lit a trashcan on fire and they all stood around feeling closer to God.

 

The girls were just laying on the floor but in the form of girls.

 

      and thinking blossom pink and thinking every glass of water in the night has the same metallic gleam, thinking so we know were meant to live here.

 

 

The boys

I am giving this to the boys I am healing them like a brother

 

 

II.

 

 

I wish I could see outside w/out a window

 

that’s what it’s like when you love

 

you know for sure that you’re loved

 

 

you owe the weather and the leaves

that leave and go on living w/out you

 

though you may owe us more windows

 

 

 

III.

 

 

The children vocalize with the birds so we know one another

 

The sky hands down some surplus scarves

 

We fall asleep like asleep at the wheel, reckless

 

And lift the chin and body goes too

 

And have a dream of filling the pockets with stones and jumping

 

Landing on the oil river, gliding

 

 

 

 

IV.

 

The children call you and call

Every sound your name

 

So we vocalize with them

To know one another

 

So we know one another

 

Without a window

 

Like a river of missing windows