give me one room to come home to
give me the palm of your hand
every strand of my hair is a kite string
and I have been blue in the face with your sky
crying a flood over iowa
so you mother will wake to venice
lover I smashed my glass slipper
to build a stained glass window
for every wall inside my chest
now my heart is a pressed flower
and a tattered bible
it is the one verse you can trust
so I'm putting all of my words in the collection plate
I am setting the table with bread and grace
my knees are bent
like the corner of a page
I am saving your place