way out where

they have good things out there, where
the love grows wild and tangled
there are places to make home
and long roads also
for when you don't want to be home yet
clean skin and bathtubs,
a pound of strawberries eaten over the sink
they have love out there, way out where
someday we'll meet

they have bad things out there, where
the love gets dry and dies
there are fever-beds
funeral pyres
for burning alive when
you're sick of your sickness
headaches and a wet face,
blank gaze into the blue wide darkness
they have it out there, way out wher