The Gypsy

The Gypsy


Sew the sun into your chest

And pull it out

When the sky is napalm

And you can't see the horizon line because it doesn't exist for you


Remember where you came from, young gypsy girl

Trace a map with your finger in the sand

And fill your pockets with granules of a past, eroded down


Plant a seed in your mind

With the dirt ontop your father's tapered back

And water from your mother's swollen eyes


Plant your roots in a new place

A better place

Grow.