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Daffodils (2016)
dark red lips
on a crowded train
feeling pretty
gets her through the pain
strange men
that reek of bad cologne
and good cocaine
think she was put there for them

trying on
different personalities
like outfits for a date
nothing’s quite right
I wear it anyways
scuffed up, fucked up
never really good enough
these pieces I have put together

but I’ve got a job to do
can’t stop to dig back through

I just can’t quite see
who is as blamable as me
but then again, I’ve always
been quick to stick the blade
in my own gut
before considering
who really earned a cut
I wonder if the fix
I’ve been fishing for
is stuck under the cicatrix, but

I’ve got a job to do
can’t stop to dig back through the wreckage
I’ll just keep shaping plans
and watch each castle turn to sand
until the hole that I’ve been building from
is deep enough
to bury

the mess I made
with my dreams and vain
attempts to bring them to fruition
maybe I was drunk
when I decided to pay them attention
who was I to try
to make the outside match the in
think I was worth discovering
and possibly worth sharing

sometimes I can see
that you’re as blameable as me
or maybe more
they tell me
I’ve got sense enough
to bet right
when it comes down to it
but I’d like to know for sure
if the narrative I’ve put my faith in
is fictional self-vindication

no, I’ve got a job to do
can’t stop to dig back
I’ll just keep shaping plans
and watch each castle turn to sand
until the hole that I’ve been building from
is deep enough
to bury the mess

I put my brain in dirt
and took my body back inside
to wait blindly for spring –
they tell me
I’ve got time enough
to bet on getting better
but it’s a risky, reckless play
putting all my pieces back into
one game –

daffodils
I sit alone in Madison Square Park
I write some good shit down
I walk around
I hold my face up to the sun
I dare the light to run
I guess that these are good enough
these pieces I have put together

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from The California Recordings, released April 11, 2018

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Laura Tuthall New York

A self-taught songwriter and musician, Laura is also an accomplished poet, visual artist, and dancer. She graduated from the Boston Conservatory in 2015, while coming to terms with a life-changing medical diagnosis, Hypermobile Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. Now a disabled artist, Laura lives in Brooklyn, where she manages her condition and generates multifaceted work with her distinctive set of skills. ... more

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