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Swish…swipe…
Swish…swipe…
A rhythm for the rain
Past the city limit sign
You’re a photo out of frame out of mind
Or so I’m practicing to say
The wipers mark the time a slow delay
Green exit signs like false alarms
My two hands keeping calm
Keeping harm at bay
In this rented Chevrolet
And it’s a rearview religion what I’m practicing
A silent high-speed ministry
Praying to the things that I can’t keep
Watching you get small and cheap and sweet
In the glass
Yeah it’s a rearview religion and the sacrament
Is letting go or the pale pretense
My congregation’s just the road the pine
And the faint glowing shrine of where I left you behind
Saw a preacher on the radio
Talking ‘bout the things we’re owed
I turned him down low
My gospel’s on a mixtape side B
Songs you made for someone…probably
Gas station coffee bitter as the truth
And the quiet taking root
In the hollow of the booth
Just me and my sleuthing heart
And it’s a rearview religion what I’m practicing
A silent high-speed ministry
Praying to the things that I can’t keep
Watching you get small and cheap and sweet
In the glass
Yeah it’s a rearview religion and the sacrament
Is letting go or the pale pretense
My congregation’s just the road the pine
And the faint glowing shrine of where I left you behind
A flicker in the glass—was that your face
No Just my own taking its place
A stranger looking back
On a one-way rainy track
The saint of moving on is just a girl
Who drives too long her hair a mess her teeth uncurled
And the halo Just the ring
A bad diner coffee cup leaves on everything
Swish…swipe…the ritual
Swish…swipe…the visible
Swish…swipe…getting less
Swish…swipe…
And then I guess…
Nothing
Just the road getting blessed
By the rain
And my empty clean and quiet brain
