Tom Sawyer / You Know Where You Can Find Me - Laura Stevenson

Are you with us?

Is your skin intact or what?

Did you get my messages?

Are you paying your bills still?

Do you miss us?

Pray tell you’ve been the picture of good health

Tom Sawyer in the rafters

With your laughter you’re

Collecting mourners in your afterliving room

One by one, they call your name

They call the number that you gave them

And take it door to door

Make patterns of art, from patterns of origins

Are you with us?

Does it hurt more where you are?

Can you make do?

I’m the one with the white door

And the car in the side-yard

It’s the one with the lights up on the poles on the front porch

It’s enough so we won’t talk

On the space where you held up

And the way that you told us

The day you went dark

And you know

It’s hard to show back up at all

When you’re gone long

And I could still assume

The worst if you want

Or worse if you want me to

Can you make do?