The below is a free verse poem. To see it and the other album lyrics formatted correctly, you can view or download the following PDF: https://upenn.app.box.com/s/sj6mpdb6zoycws3wb440tgq1y4j580ql
A poor old woman buys a bag of plums.
A poor girl, a few feet away,
tends to colicky children.
She puts her hair back with a hair tie,
sits in her jeans on the sidewalk
and feeds them until,
the smell of ripe plums filling the air,
their screams suddenly
stop. Silence. The old woman’s lips
smack, she slurps. Juice drips
down her cheek, down
her arm. She grins. Dabs
the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.
The children, tears in their eyes, howl
with new vigor, motion, kick
toward the old woman as she ambles out of
sight. Losing then regaining her balance,
the girl gets up, her own eyes filled
with tears. She disengages the stroller brake
and walks home, hungry for plums.
from Small Comforts,
released January 27, 2023
Mike: high hat
Eric: vocals, all other instruments