Calloused Sole Heeling

Once dead in the middle of my floor Now he's just air and mud and thin lore Once a puddle in a little meat locker His mother was his mouth, but he was still born a talker He was my man when we still had a feeling Soles can grow callouses, feet can be heeling I was his woman back when that had meaning I was fine with the lie, now I'm fine the keening Our daughter was born in the depths of the 80s When lightning and mirrors were smoked and kept shady When the idea of eras was coming on strong And everyone knew which this was, and was wrong As any would, we hoped the girl would outlive us We stole time to make her, time would not forgive us It dogged me so close 'til I went back to gardening Full suffocation, eyes narrowed and hardening Every corruption is there for the buying Some are so common, not even worth spying You can grow poison and keep it in store To leave for the lost child you once had stayed for