Susie Jo with polio
I'm listening through the phone
Sister's sick and so is Nick so we're flying home.

Smoked with dad in ambulanceand listened to the beeps.
I miss everyone I miss everyone
When we met

we were tied in barrett.
We we sangwe were joined, bang-to-bang.
And we walkedtil we're sore, wanted more.

When we movedwe were house, we were room.
When we foughtwe were knit, we were cloth.
And our hairwas the hair of the flock.