Jan
16
When I saw the blossoms broke after the rain
Limp and sodden, when you wrote me again
Made me think of spiders I washed down the drain
Spiders’ ghosts, thrown up and back again
Blessing all the birds that died so I could live
Be a woman, be a woman
Blessing all the birds that died so I could live
Be a woman, be a woman
Blessing all the birds that died so I could live
Be a woman, be a woman
Blessing all the birds that died so I could live
Be a woman, be a woman
When I see the blossoms broke after the rain
Limp and gray, when you wrote me again
Made me think of spiders I washed down the drain
Be a woman, be a woman
