Dolores

Radio’s droning
Dulled out by the intercom on fire
Guiding the evening’s choreography

And Katie has her hand in a young man’s chest
Stain on her white shoes that won’t wash out
So usual, not the last pair this year

Down the hallway, cries rise and fall
In between the nearly constant sirens
Someone turns on the news like we need it
It’s just another white man with a grudge

The break room sits empty
Just like our hearts been draining in the waiting room
You think of your daughter at her wedding
You know life isn’t long enough

Your shirt’s speckled red
You’re holding onto a young girl’s hand
So frail and cold, so casual
Not even the last one today

I wish for the fingers to count or the
Memory to remember each new city
But I lost track so long ago
I think it was around 260

They’re praying for you, you, for you
They’re praying for you, they’re praying for you
For you, for you, for you
They’re praying for you, they’re praying for you
They’re praying for you, I said, they’re praying for you
Isn’t that good enough?