Lyric

Milk bread apples

Written in blue

The paper looked normal

But it knew what was true

I held it too tightly

Like proof I was fine

A list of small errands

With my heart between lines

I thought I was choosing

I thought I was clear

But every plain item

Pulled something near

My List Knew First

Before I could say

What I kept making simple

What I tucked away

My List Knew First

In pencil and light

I wrote what I needed

To hide what I liked

I almost wrote flowers

Then changed it to tea

As if wanting color

Was too much for me

I crossed out the cookies

Then stood there a while

Practicing hunger

As something mature

The paper stayed quiet

But never agreed

It carried the softer

Unwritten part of me

My List Knew First

Before I could say

What I kept making simple

What I tucked away

My List Knew First

In pencil and light

I wrote what I needed

To hide what I liked

Maybe a person

Can disappear small

Not with a leaving

But wanting less at all

Maybe the margin

Was trying to show

The tender little wishes

I would not let grow

My List Knew First

Before I was brave

It named all the mornings

I was trying to save

My List Knew First

And I saw it at last

The life I kept buying

Was asking for more than that

I folded it gently

And let myself ask