when it happened, how short was your skirt don’t you know that if you cover your hair and dance…
In these days of the primacy
What did the old man do that he can’t see?Hindsight and new insightsbeing nearly twenty-twentylike…
Am I pretty?Am I a lady?
What’s this furrow of browsOn the faces I see,The feint of confusion,The old, “Who? You mean me?”
All of this talk of
and apparent confusion
you don’t have to tell meyour scar’s originthe breach is enough
What should I have done? Shamed to say I didn’t know.We saw you run through the hotel lobbyhead…
