Quartz in the Valley

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Quartz in the Valley

Roll on in, honey, thick as fog. Shuffle me up like a catalog. Lay down the law in your fraying chiffon. Dance in the bramble with the morning light. Holler across the holler til you hear it right. Along red dirt lines, setting sun’s on time. Can you feel it in your bones?


Smoke like a dragon from the hosiery where my daddy’s mama worked since she was seventeen. Arrowheads, saltines, quartz in the valley. Picture of a picture of a wedding gown, hidden in the attic with a plastic crown, like a lost and found of a small ghost town. Can you feel it in your bones?


When your lashes tagged all my pillows black, moonlight grind the hours back when my teeth pulled off all your shoulder pads, hair up high in a messy stack. 

This gravel road it don’t need paving. This kid ain’t done kicking the blues.


Follow me down past the boundary. Run your sweet hands through Stoney Creek. Now with cherry cheeks, are you listening? Can you feel it in your bones?

When your lashes tagged all my pillows black, moonlight grind the hours back when my teeth pulled off all your shoulder pads, hair up high in a messy stack.