1. |
Willow Tree
02:35
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Sow your seeds:
none will grow,
but they’ll bear a tree.
My arms stretch
for its fruit
just out of my reach—
If I pare
off the skin
I’d find a picture of me.
The garden where we sat together
underneath the willow tree
was a dream explained to me
by a stranger (you, my lover).
I first saw you
among the rows
of green rosemary.
So I left
my wicker basket
at the pine thicket.
Calmly you took
my shaking hand,
led me into the mountains.
The garden where we sat together
underneath the willow tree
was a dream explained to me
by a stranger (you, my lover).
Oh, my God,
who abandoned who?
Oh, my God,
was it me or was it you?
The garden where we sat together
underneath the willow tree
was a dream explained to me
by a stranger (you, my lover).
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2. |
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You were real,
but never true.
I built a mess,
that mess was you.
You were the first
to stick around.
You claimed me
gagged and bound.
But if not you, I’ll do.
If not you, I’ll do.
Come around, because I need you now.
Come around, because I failed you now.
Even though
I was wrong,
you held out
for so long.
The needle
on my gauge
was spinning like
a fan blade.
But if not you, I’ll do.
If not you, I’ll do.
Come around, because I need you now.
Come around, because I failed you now.
Here, the fort we built then plundered
every first night we spent together.
Here, the field we cleared anew.
Every bridge I burned,
I burned for you.
Come around, because I need you now.
Come around, because I failed you now.
But if not you, I’ll do.
If not you, I’ll do.
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3. |
Catching Her in the Act
03:26
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You weren’t gone
when I came home.
So I followed
the clothes trail
to find
my betrayal:
the rose petals;
the hissing kettle.
I finally figured you out
(all those months of sneaking about).
I finally figured you out
(catching you confirmed my doubt).
The anger
(all our years),
just boils up,
becomes clear.
I approach
you and him
in our bed—
we all end.
I finally figured you out
(all those months of sneaking about).
I finally figured you out
(catching you confirmed my doubt).
I finally figured you out
(all those months of sneaking about).
I finally figured you out.
(I caught you in the goddamn act.)
Praise him in you.
Now he anoints you.
Here is his body, here is his blood.
Do it in remembrance of me.
So, let’s praise him.
I figured you out.
So, let’s praise him.
I figured you out.
I finally figured you out
(all those months of sneaking about).
I finally figured you out.
(I caught you in the fucking act.)
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4. |
To Caddy
03:50
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To Caddy,
After I’m gone,
name your daughter after me.
I saw her once
in a dream:
she has my eyes
(gold-green like the sea
crashing on rocks
of the jetties).
Please go on,
for grief always fades,
turns to light
that will fill your days.
It’s hard to read
my letters the same,
but still try
to mitigate the pain.
Caddy, don’t forget me.
Don’t forget me for me.
With the knife
I held against your throat—
bury it with me,
so we’ll always stay close.
With our mother,
lie a little bit:
tell her what I’ve done
was an accident.
Down by the branch,
where we used to play,
crack the ice,
put it to his face.
On cold nights,
I’ll visit you in sleep
to try to
bring you some peace.
Caddy, don’t forget me.
Don’t forget me for me.
Love,
Quentin
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5. |
Beg
02:50
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Just let me be
to crumble in peace.
You barrage my defenses
so senselessly.
I’m not scared.
Push me there:
the balcony,
the open dare.
I’m not scared.
Push me there.
I’ll fall away
from all we shared.
There’s space between us
even when we’re close.
You take what you’re given
but don’t give what you take.
I’m not scared.
Push me there:
the balcony,
the open dare.
I’m not scared.
Push me there.
I’ll fall away
from all we shared.
Our love was lessened
once we gave it a name.
I kiss your hands, and I kiss your neck,
but I like you best when you beg.
So, beg.
Just beg.
Beg.
I’m not scared.
Push me there:
the balcony,
the open dare.
I’m not scared,
already there.
You can’t repair
this last prayer.
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6. |
Killer
01:37
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They will never catch us.
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