Hospitality - Julie

Is it gold?
Is it snow?
Is it all the debt I owe?
That money buys on a clock
On a silver studded bead
That I wore back then
When my head was thin
And I sowed and I sowed
All the ribbons on my coat
Seventeen past a year
Only breath could keep my heels
On the street
Thanking broad strong backs that built
All the roads and mines
That were left behind
Digging coal, digging coal
Used their bodies to feed their homes
Picking at the meat dear
You won’t break my wish
I took my half
Throwing out the seeds dear
Hope this dirt will bind
And grow a tree
Saffron blows in the yard
Getting tossed a tasseled toe
Keep your hair tied to touch
In a brown unfolding bun
When it fell back down
Did it leave your crown
With the cloth that you bought
That was eaten by the moths
Calling out a wave dear
Calling out a wave will be your grave
This will last your life dear
Ocean is a boy who wastes his day