A row of trash Sits at the bottom of the fence The cemetery On Edmondson On top, it's flowers I drive by every hour Looming, in a dream It's just enough to keep me chained My brain's misbehaving I spend three hours waiting Staring at my phone In a giant parking lot alone Or lying prostrate outside Menards, lit by truck light Wanna open my heart Wanna lay my head in Heaven's arms How do I know I'm not yet buried There's just enough to keep me wary Last few weeks, forever floating Face down on some highway's shoulder Swimming in each side street Throwing glance at every dirty face I see Or in the tub, face down sobbing At the truckstop, spitting, vomiting Enough to keep me tied But not enough to sleep at night