Someday I’ll Love Mary Kay Metz
Mary Kay, don't be afraid.
Revealing your name
may not be the end of the world.
And anyway, what if the end of the world
opens a trap door to another dimension?
Use the floor dropping out to take flight.
The exit hole in your body
your Mother slipped through
is a portal in the back of your throat.
Here’s abandonment with bread crumbs
to find your way home. Don't go hungry,
lift the hatch and follow the signs.
Mary Kay, be honest,
remember the name you were born with?
Say it out loud and unscramble the charm.
Your body is a refuge
not a house of correction.
Mary Kay, Mary Kay,
no one ever died of too much happiness.
Welcome the hand being offered,
a life jacket,
a horse haired connection.
The broad meandering trail of faint light,
the milky way, it's drawers, pots, pans
& pockets with everything in them
will still empty out. Mary Kay,
don’t worry. Here’s a tree trunk dying
while the top crown thrives.
Here’s a public park locked up at sunset
with revelers playing music through the night.
Yes, here’s a tent
aired out so fresh & alive,
I swear you will wake-
to something wonderful
just about to happen.
Mary Kay, don't be afraid.
Revealing your name
may not be the end of the world.
And anyway, what if the end of the world
opens a trap door to another dimension?
Use the floor dropping out to take flight.
The exit hole in your body
your Mother slipped through
is a portal in the back of your throat.
Here’s abandonment with bread crumbs
to find your way home. Don't go hungry,
lift the hatch and follow the signs.
Mary Kay, be honest,
remember the name you were born with?
Say it out loud and unscramble the charm.
Your body is a refuge
not a house of correction.
Mary Kay, Mary Kay,
no one ever died of too much happiness.
Welcome the hand being offered,
a life jacket,
a horse haired connection.
The broad meandering trail of faint light,
the milky way, it's drawers, pots, pans
& pockets with everything in them
will still empty out. Mary Kay,
don’t worry. Here’s a tree trunk dying
while the top crown thrives.
Here’s a public park locked up at sunset
with revelers playing music through the night.
Yes, here’s a tent
aired out so fresh & alive,
I swear you will wake-
to something wonderful
just about to happen.