Incomprehensible

Her lyrics feel like a prayer
Holy and cleansing
Despite saying underwear
Life is like that real
Tangible and not fair
Rough around the edges
Notches in the chair

Pull open the drawer
And find it overflowing
There will never be
Too much knowing
Always something else
That you could be doing
Writing songs as I wait
For the tea thats brewing

Drink it in my bed
Thinking of my mama
Feeling kind of down
Sending texts out to Ananya

I listen to her song
And I feel it wash me bare
Give me a moment of peace
As it holds me there

And I’m grateful for the music
I’m grateful for the song
For a moment I feel the gratitude
Of this world to which I belong