Baby's Got the Blues

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I am my mother's child,

birthed from an inevitable bloodline,

bound to the unpredictable swell

of depression and anxiety --

a maddening navigation.

 

There is no healing tonic.

No true escape.

To lean in closer to the pain,

To begin see it as a companion,

As a friend, as a teacher,

To honor the biological blueprint,

To reach back for the hand

of your predecessor --

That is the way forward.

Baby's Got the Blues

I held onto the bottle, swung my neck out like a crane. Mama, I buried the revolver. I danced in the rain. Still, just like a child, when they say your name.

Do you see it in my face? The lines all turn the same. Do you see it?

Allegiant to the teething of a hundred surrogates. They lead me right into the water, or lead me over the cliffs. I’m asking for a shepherd. I came here for the myth.

Do you see it in my hips? It is now what it is. Do you see it?

The tellin’ ain’t told gently, so pay your tab and pay your dues. The dogwood and the chicory, and a silent wood stove flue. Your baby’s got the blues just like you. Your baby’s got the blues.

You’ll find me in the hollow, dosing anything that might make the map look any smaller, give me a dog in the fight. Call it off or call it God -- call it anything you like.

Do you see it in my eyes? A levy on the rise. Do you see it?

The tellin’ ain’t told gently. so pay your tab and pay your dues. The dogwood and the chicory, and a silent wood stove flue. Your baby’s got the blues just like you. Your baby’s got the blues.