The weight.

The stories came from the depths of your chest cavity
and dragged the listening out of burdened ears
and the looking out of tired eyes
They tracked dust across pristine floors
Stained sterile hands with fresh, indelible ink
You measured out the red, the black
Threw blood and tears at unlined pages
With careful hands and reckless heart
And quivering tongue, always unsteady

Take a load off, Annie
And you put the load right on me

One day I saw you sweeping up dust
Scrubbing away the stains on your wrist
A story spun on your stereo
Lined your eyes dark and heavy
It bit your lips and arched your brow
Stories crease the leather in your boots
Bleed from your knuckles every January
Hang on the walls of the room you rent
Fill chapters of books from your childhood shelf

I hear you hush them in the other room
Try to make them go to sleep
But they’re not tired, not like you

Take the load off, Annie
But leave a light on for me


“The Weight” is a 1968 folk rock song written by Canadian-American group The Band.
The line above, “Take a load off, Annie,” is adapted from the song’s chorus,
“Take a load off, Fanny/ Take a load for free/ Take a load off, Fanny / And you put the load right on me.”


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