Blessed You bless me With a tear that drips From your chin To the arm of this faded couch A tiny blue river of you That dries with my sighs As bad jokes spill On hearing ears Fears fall away I pray to Miles Davis God enough for now To keep us alive 'cause You bless me With angry salt water Push my Kleenex hand away Let the rest of me stay close To the girl in you Who's man enough to cry A hot-tear potion Of resentment and relief As we hunger for love and tepid tacos Just a couple of wackos In the office at midnight Forgoing the crack-pipe We crack-up and pretend fight Two women Different and the same Powerful and slightly lame We hop and hobble Across an apocalyptic sunset roof Final proof that we can cobble Our figures from this earth Watch tapes on self-worth And call to say We got home safe. -Alison Tatlock