Sad Diamonds - Two Loons For Tea, Sarah Scott, Jonathan Kochmer

Sit friend, weak beauty

With your sad diamonds and singing mother

There’s death on your bed

But you’re the only you that I know

And don’t worry those like him dream

Diamond ugly and hair like a forest

And he’ll swim

And shake the chocolate and rust from his skin

Just tell him to leave

Don’t let him win

And you make songcakes under your breath

(muttering mad, and mean)

On a black iron bed with rosy skin and TV frantic

You’re the only you that I know

Like a girl with a part in a play, like life

Like the size of your skin: beautiful friend

Cause those like him play, dripping with honey

His language is water…

And you’ll swim

And shake the chocolate and rust from your skin

Just tell him to leave

Don’t let him win