Flour on my apron skin
Where the midnight shifts begin
The Monarda needs a drink
While I stand beside the sink
Wash the salt from every seam
Drown the ghost of every dream
Let the heavy water bloom
In the laundry's humid room
Sourdough rising in the heat
Rhythmic drumming on the street
My Calathea folds its leaf
Holding onto sudden grief
Wash the salt from every seam
Drown the ghost of every dream
Let the heavy water bloom
In the laundry's humid room
Steam is rising from the glass
Watching all the taxis pass
Root and stem and heavy clay
Wait for light to find the day
Saturate the tired soil
Underneath the daily toil
Patient as a dormant seed
Giving everything I need
Tumble dry the linen white
Bleeding out the lonely night
Latin names for every weed
Sowing hope in every seed
Wash the salt from every seam
Drown the ghost of every dream
Let the heavy water bloom
In the laundry's humid room
Cold rain hits the pavement stone
Standing in the dark alone
Petals open in the grey
Washing all the salt away
Wash the salt from every seam
Drown the ghost of every dream
Let the heavy water bloom
In the laundry's humid room
Heavy water bloom.
Wait for the bloom.
Just let it bloom.
