The Clarke Sisters

They had problems with their father's law.
They sleep in the back of a feminist bookstore.
The Clarke
Sisters The eldest sister keeps a midnight vigil.
The youngest sister she's not spiritual.
The Clarke
Sisters. Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair.
The Clarke
Sisters. Why don't
I introduce you
I'm sure they won't mind.
But don't you dare, laugh at their collections
Handed down, handed down for love.
The middle sister gets her period blood.
The flood of love.
The flood of love.
The Clarke
Sisters. Their steel grey hair, their lovely steel grey hair.
The Clarke
Sisters. The afternoon world, the bees have stung the softball girls.
The midnight world, the crystal ball down the wooden hall.
The treehouse stands, their early childhood, were treehouse plans.
And right above,
The Clarke
Sisters, handed down to love.
Handed down to love.
Handed down to love.