She was up late lookin’ for a Northern Cross
I had achin’ hands, I held a tattoo’d scar
and an address full of ampersands and rough-cut arms and lavender
and lilacs under strangled stars

I sell the sunrise, I sleep bizarre,
I break the constellations in our suitcase hearts
keep the calendars, keep the clocks,
keep the histories repeating and the past post-marked and give us
Time in the same hemisphere and Time less flawed

She was up late waitin’ for her dreams to dawn,
yeah she’s anything but mistaken that she’s takin’ too long
with her folded-feather memories, his Cezanne songs
yeah her eyes are missin’ autumn leaves, her wrists are missin’ fall so it’s

Cedar bracelets when she gets back, it’s a Latin Atlas and a borderless map
I said “keep the calendars and keep the cards, keep the histories repeating and the past postmarked and give us
Time in the same Hemisphere and Time Less Flawed”

Swallow Cedars in the silence save the north where you were born
pay your sober debt to solitude & a soul to stay forlorn
carve the walls out from our country flood the border forgive the storm
curse the callous on this history and these broken oaken doors you can
sell the sunrise, and sleep bizarre, go and break the constellations in my suitcase heart,
curse the calendars, curse the clocks, curse the currents in my arteries & the headwinds in my vox and give us
Time in The Same Hemisphere and Time Less Flawed

I have wasted all my daylight, I have sidestepped every waltz
I’ve outdistanced every honestly amnesic needless fault so
make her lips to kiss the dateline, lay her ribs on Capricorn,
those hips they curve like Cancer on the mornin’ God was born

you can sell the sunrise, go sleep bizarre, break the constellations in our suitcase hearts
you can hang the calendars, unwind every clock, I been drownin’ all my borders,
nailed my passport to the Southern Cross, said
“Finally, I’m in your Hemisphere, and I’m less flawed.”