strips of straight lines of oak
cold studded grain on my shoulder blades
tainted waves grazing lobes
ears in a frenzy for far off groans
something stands between these reflections of a fictional me
you turned a hinge, twisting keys
revealing a space - it was smaller than size
i felt the floor from angled knees
receiving a word in a holy disguise
something stands between these reflections of a fictional me
it's these frames that i hold
between a swollen thumb and the index of my soul
marks on my jaw you never saw in flash or film
now i'm curled inside myself in a ball upon the floor
i'm not seeking their attention anymore
cause i know what lies between these reflections of a fictional me
i know what lies between -- it's you
Working with Florist member Rick Spataro, Eva Louise Goodman delivers buoyant compositions that run the gamut of psych-pop, girl group, and folk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 23, 2023