Wander Brander, 2sisters Fishing rod

One dusk, I bathed in the creek’s cold embrace,
Washed my sins ‘neath the moon’s pale face
Met a drifter with a devil’s grin and a silver tongue,
Smiled too wide—should’ve bit mine ‘fore the damage was done

He came for trout, but his eyes trawled me,
Promised stars, then dragged me to the willow’s lee
Three sins we carved in the mud and the moss,
Ma’d skin me raw if she knew the cost

Rod, rod, rusted rod,
Bait still squirms for a fool’s god
Fool, fool, lovestruck fool—
We danced like clowns in a coyote’s school

Rod, rod, rusted rod,
Bait still squirms for a fool’s god
Fool, fool, lovestruck fool—
We danced like clowns in a coyote’s school

He whispered vows like a gambler’s lie
“I’ll send ring-bearing ravens ‘fore July!”
Now summer’s ash, and that sweet-talkin’ thief?
Gone like smoke—left me naught but grief

Now each Sunday, I haunt that cursed shore,
Baptize my heart where the ripples roar
The creek just laughs, sings his ghost’s refrain—
“Girl, you’re dust… and dust loves the rain”

Rod, rod, rusted rod,
Bait still squirms for a fool’s god
Fool, fool, lovestruck fool—
We danced like clowns in a coyote’s school

Rod, rod, rusted rod,
Bait still squirms for a fool’s god
Fool, fool, lovestruck fool—
We danced like clowns in a coyote’s school

He whispered vows like a gambler’s lie
“I’ll send ring-bearing ravens ‘fore July!”
Now summer’s ash, and that sweet-talkin’ thief?
Gone like smoke—left me naught but grief

Rod, rod, rusted rod,
Bait still squirms for a fool’s god
Fool, fool, lovestruck fool—
We danced like clowns in a coyote’s school

Rod, rod, rusted rod,
Bait still squirms for a fool’s god
Fool, fool, lovestruck fool—
We danced like clowns in a coyote’s school