Donna Kuhn

He's an Umbrella Over Her Head

make me look, i don't care about this yard of planets

there is an umbrella over her, someone is old

wrinkled, the skinny ones are everything

something to realize, it's a tv show or a doll

a tree is down and i am in; a woman stays

behind

say tape the planets, the intimate ones

a wife falls, she's toy milk in blond cartons

i am a fireman

a vision of an accident, she matters like a tree

know i am singing, everything mean u say he 

closed

i have toys, toys of plastic necks

she's a writer, you're a wife

he's an umbrella over her

head

he doesn't give a crap, i am trying

to make a sculpture and a doll

he sees a song in the air

who made marshmallows, nobody

he says u want everything from me

something is a song

i am a mammogram, i'm having surgery

on my tv marshmallows, tape her skin

down on me

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I Would Rather Have No Furniture

teeth and loose things left me without asking

where u appear, take it with sticks and wedding

rings that were all i had in my wallet

then listen and live with white teeth and wedding things

i would lose my hands, i would rather have no furniture

disappear just like magic, it's underneath the bed

the boots are underneath the counter and they are dark, listen

u have to lose me, i recognize your furniture hands

u are no different than furniture, bookcase things 

and slow hotels u left, lose me, without a dead lunch 

asking is it time u were, i won't find g.i. joe's boots 

i won't find anything, i find things and i shake them 

bank tellers pout without white teeth and wedding rings

every morning in that bank, that hotel, that mall i could 

shake my mind, teeth left in furniture, slow hotels 

u left shake me

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