Home Close to Home (Pt. 2)

You remind me of the girl in the dream
I had on the night I turned thirteen
You floated up from the edge of the sea
With clams all covering your feet

Leaves clung fast to your skin
The forest's mouth welcomed you in
As you fell to every earthly sin
Adapting outside of the ocean

Crudely breaking every rule
Your fathers taught to you
Cutting yourself in the bathroom
And making all your sisters turn to the spoon

Following the path of beaten birds
Sprinkling their feathers on worlds
Planets far away and without words
You crashed across a valley filled with herds

You walked away without a scratch
And the numbers formed a pattern we call math
Beauty came from impurities in that
Covering your head like a child's hat

I ride past where I almost got in a car wreck
A drunken night pretending I was a redneck
Where I stupidly hit on a good friend's sister
And the neighborhood where her young boyfriend hit her
And I remember a girl who cried on every prom night
And the tall tree I pissed on out of spite
Back in Parkersburg