a very early draft of a poem i’ll probably never finish writing.
at a party once he said my name
just like anyone else might.
like he had never said it in the morning
sober and empty except for a pair of arms.
as if history is just a four letter word
that sometimes slips out
The Tender Fruit is Christy Smith, a North Carolina local who grew up among the cotton & tobacco fields of Nash County. This album is a few years old but it’s all I’ve been listening to lately. Buy it here.