I’ve owned two finger rings in my life
my high-school orb that rattled around my bones
and a snug gold wedding band
each sending mildewed expectations
Mom never met Rachel
or the kids
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
I’ve owned two finger rings in my life
my high-school orb that rattled around my bones
and a snug gold wedding band
each sending mildewed expectations
Mom never met Rachel
or the kids