When this passover has passed
Will we be happy that we had it?
Will we still steer clear of pioneer?
Go back to dancing at the rabbit?
I have no idea how
This will all iron out
I'm preparing myself
For it to not
Then I had a mystical morning
By noon I was no one at all
We've never been so beautiful!
But you don't want to see me this way
We went wakeboarding as kids
Out in a channel in the stick marsh
Oblivious to what I now think of
As an alligator death march
But it's just how we did
It in south Florida
I can still dig that part
'Cause now I'm a bridesmaid in houndstooth
And Death's looking flushed in the flowers
Of Vishnu and each new day's charms
Tangled up in his multiple arms,
Getting used to the idea of the farm life,
Feeling alright about her choices
Making cat-like contented noises,
Sweating out the poisons
So I project positive vibes to the honeymooning couple
My cosmic consciousness is crammed
Inside my cheap carry-on duffle bag
And I don't think it will fit in the overhead