Parade

I went over my whole entire life My childhood I busted out of jail Through a long jazzy inhalation in the hymn you drag yourself across Stop-motionlike as gathering The keychains & prescriptions of your purse From the movie theater rug at the ocean floor Same despondent pattern on the t-shirt that gets tossed From the wagon that heads up your parade

I wanna touch The oldest silver in your grandma’s house Hear the version you know best