bare-bones by Lilli Furfaro

bare plains, bare backs, bare bones
we call home
bare hunts bare homes bare hands
to the skin and to the stones
our bodies to conquer
our bodies to roam
bare plains, bare backs, bare bones

cold wind, cold steel, warm hands
we make no sound
cold judgement, warm kiss
we stay low to the ground
the women who fought us
they smelled us and caught us
and now you’ll never be found

hyacinth and chamomile
forget-me-not and roses
pressed inside my book
for when you lie in soft repose
i’ve wandered through the wastes of barren catatonic shame
it was only in the thunderstorm that i recalled my name

the circus man who shone so bright
regret i never told him
right before he left us
i’d begun to find a home in him
families like packs of wounded beasts
i learned to stay
but the devil in the details took my body far away

bare hands, bare bones, bruised heart
learn to trust
build homes, break chains, bear loss
do penance where we must
the thunder who raised me
the people that saved me
the rage, the rain, the rust

• Folk
• folk
• indie
• Toronto