Vice President (VP)

by Nora Petran

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released August 19, 2013

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nora petran Iowa City, Iowa

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Track Name: Armadillo
Armadillo, who sculpted you so old?
You ate the rocks from the ground and claimed you didn't mean to dig a hole.
Telescope, why do you see the world so small?
You threw the bricks out your mouth and claimed you didn't mean to build a wall.
Antelope, did you scare your hat away?
The birds fed on your fur and your antlers grew out through your brain.
Crocodile, did you swallow your swamp when she drained his?
We created ourselves so you've earned everything you created.
So baby, sleep tightly in your home.
So you can listen to your crying echo lightly through her bones.
Baby, your cradles getting cold.
You taped your blankets to the ceiling when the vapor showed her nose.
I can tell those are heavy sheets that she throws
No wonder i can't see you: you've changed into a ghost
So baby, you sleep tightly in your home.
So you can listen to your crying echo lightly through her bones.
Baby, your cradles getting cold.
You left your blankets on the ceiling and we pleated our arms into coats
Track Name: Grandfather Fisher
Can you feel me?
I'm shaking.
The tremors started in my knees and spilled over your feet.
My fingers are tiny beads compared to her rings
You can hold them in your hands but they belong on strings.

I'm an inexperienced fisherman with the hooks hanging trout in my eyes
You pulled the beads off the lines and stood there hiding them as teeth in your mouth.
I'm told I should dive in and teach myself how to bite
But my clothes keep getting wet so I hang myself back out to dry.

If you tell me i'm the sun i'll refute you and say i'm a shadow
Cast from objects
who asked nicely for me to connect them to sidewalks.
If you talk about the moon i'll relate to you and talk about the light bulbs.
Poured water in my head that dispersed to ears and bad ideas.
You sent her.
But you meant her.

I'm tired of the dirty water all around
Those earthquakes were not meant for such a fragile ground.
I can't foretell your breath hanging out in a field
Because the spiders are missing three legs and your mouth is shut.

I don't feel good,
I'm just looking out at the daughter of an anvil.
The fish want their meals on my tongue but they taste like plastic.
Well I can't tell if I'm changing or if I've actually become so dull
What color clothes must i put back on for you to turn back to a bull?
Track Name: Rib Phone
Would you buy me a phone,
'cause mines broken and yours is new?
If I need anything i don't want to need it
If I were hopeless would you lend me rubber bands to snap my eyes?
If I knew it would you know it too?

I wish i didn't feel so temporary.
all of my bones turn to sand in my feet.
How can i go on?
How can i speak?
Who should i pursue?
Who can i keep?

I wish i didn't feel so unhappy.
with every step i take, i see the hurt around me.
How can you go on?
How can you sleep?
What would you pursue,
or is that too hopeful?
Don't kneel in the grass,
these colors are not warm
You pressed them through the screens,
and the metal fibers made them foreign.

I've so many places to go,
but my age feels like pencils in my clothes.
You've so many places to go.
Track Name: Old Woman
I am a prolonged desk
if you note the exhibit of fitness members that write noteworthy things on my chest
I linked myself to hurtful things with unrelated objects
How your breath
the paper,
the water,
the paint,
and the heat together peel

I am one single wall
warped and folded then beat into shapes of the ceiling
followed by a short moment of repercussion that will last my entire lifetime
I'll make an ugly old woman who wants to be kept carefully
To have feared this consequence of when memory became forgetfulness.

Or is a keepsake?
Concern for my own heartache.

Does what the process catch become the overflow after reinstatement?
Under crows and crowns of clouds and circular bird patterns.
It's the wide edge to invite in the lakes.
The white bridge over the sun and the landscapes.
I'll make an ugly old women who wants to be kept perfectly
To have feared this consequence of when memory became forgetfulness.
Track Name: Trees
The trees grow their rings on their own.
I must accept that I'm nothing like them because they can be still.
And, though
I am still,
I am still alone.
Track Name: America
I am.
or
am I/?
We are.
or are we?

I will take on the name of my country
for i want all of the arms that wrap around his land.
I will teach them to sew sleeves just so they can seam warm
and all our little sons will peek out near His hands

take me across the water
or let me stay inside the water
the nation may be one piece
but i do not care to be great.
take me across the water
because this country is not my mother
i don't get along with these fathers
don't let me stay here.
let me stay.

I've seen the blue in the night skies
My house was built in the fields where blood ran its red stripes.

will the grass still touch my feet with a thousand blades?
so i can blame them for tiny cuts i have
underneath the twelve billion feet that i have.