The pantry
is open and we’re missing a bun
The kitchen
is empty and the oven is on
And I’m
lifting these broken bones up to the sun
Oh Maria,
Maria I worship the ground
I melt like
a chocolate and swoon at the sound
I crumple
like paper with your foot coming down
And losing
your favor I howl like the hounds
When you
sent me that letter I was melting like glaciers
I could
hardly believe that the ice age was over
When you
sent me the other I became like a vapor
I’m sure in
the pictures I’m fainter and fainter
Oh Maria,
Maria I swear to the stars
I won’t
soon relinquish these beautiful scars
It’s true I
should look toward some fresh fertile sky
But I just
don’t want to let sleeping loves lie!
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