Too Many Bowls Lyrics

After the party

I search around

for some taxonomy

To quell this chaos

Of dinnerware

from several grandmas

I'm confined to the finitude

of our cabinets

Activated in my twilight need

For the housing

Of every kitchen thing

And the impossibility

Of order

All that we're sharing in the material parts of domesticating

Shopping and nesting never stabilized like I was expecting

Can you help me take all our things and

melt them back to clay

I'll light the fire if you place the

flowers in the vase

It's no phoenix, no regeneration

Just one last big bang