push your pinkened fingers into folds
where flies are lying
where paint is crying off the
last tears of new on the concrete stairs
where i feel your hands wear into your pockets
dapple through
i’ m wound too loose
i could see the rain divide the blistering and young
the bloated and the free and all the towels that we hung
the highway’s spent dakota won
spice-box earth, come get your bags
hair to cut through, & keep with boiling rags
always running, cheered on by the worms
not surrendered, only unconcerned
while i am away leaning baffled in the dirt
tongue pulled out to dry, eyes defending hurt
your fingers on my neck and my spine curled in its sack
finally the outside matches with the back
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016