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St. Ann's Episcopal Lobster Boil

from Sunspots by Cousin Dud

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we burned back into town
on a warm October day
the cutters in the cornfields
the old sky goin gray

our heads were swirling in the calls
of a hundred sand hill cranes
landing all around us
to that song you always played

when we packed up all we had
burned our fingers on the choke
I know heaven smells like resin
where there's boredom sure there's smoke

it was the day of the
St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil

with our cashed-out eyes and Visine drops
the church's hazy parking lot
was lined with rows of tables robed
in checkered paper tablecloths

blood of Christ and virgin white
the colors Mary's momma liked
the centerpieces set just right
plastic flowers & counterfeit candlelight

& it was hot so the parishioners
and the devout air-conditioner
whispered in the narthex
played pretend the kids aren't having sex

it was the day of the
St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil

the taste of salt and sunlight,
melting in the foil,
toothpicks and tanlines
and tubs of Land-o-Lakes butter
with olive oil

sp we cracked our claws and paid the check
with the napkin wrapped around your neck
you drew the sweat from my bottleneck
we left to take a drive again

it was the day of the
St Ann's Episcopal lobster boil

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from Sunspots, released October 5, 2016

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