the
story’s
‘bout
a
woman
older
than
her
years
eyes
black
like
the
cat

still
so
still
while
everything
else
falls
slowly
slowly
all
around
me

we
dined
on
ideas
each
other
no
the
magic
was
not
lost
on
me

the
color
of
injustice
of
bleak
brooding
the
color
of
struggle

when
death
does
come
I’ll
lay
out
my
best
dress
put
the
kettle
on
for
tea

I
just
wanna
forget
all
my
troubles
and
look
like
padma
lakshmi

the
snow
fell
from
the
trees
the
letting
go
the
sun
came
out
holding
on

he’ll
come
home
from
a
long
hard
day
expecting
whiskey
and
some
lovin’

I
like
watching
joggers
in
the
snow
the
expectation
of
your
voice

all
this
waiting
and
staying
staying
and
waiting
but
oh
the
places
you’ll
go

red
red
wine
go
to
my
head
make
me
forget
that
I
still
need
her
so

- neil diamond

the
walking
blues
do
you
say
sweetcake
I’ve
been
there
friend
I
know
the
tune

past
is
on
line
one
he’s
left
several
messages
should
I
put
him
through

I
must
want
to
see
you
I
keep
dreaming
about
you
in
all
the
ways

I
listened
to
her
words
but
I
watched
his
eyes
they
said
a
lot
more
to
me

I
want
you
like
a
murderous
passion
comes
in
a
sudden
heat

I
want
a
fortress
to
keep
my
heart
in
a
box
to
hold
all
my
tears

a
dybbuk
an
alebrije
and
a
siren
walk
into
a
bar

a
collection
of
birds
at
my
window
eating
fresh
from
the
spring
bush

to
be
in
an
attic
or
far
away
from
myself
to
close
my
eyes

I’ve
been
pretending
all
winter
that
it’s
not
winter
still
pretending

I
held
the
book
for
a
long
while
ran
my
fingers
over
its
raised
text

she
kept
saying
this
is
not
the
end
but
we
don’t
actually
know
that

let’s
get
outta
here
and
go
make
out
is
what
I
wanted
to
tell
him

she
said
I
don’t
have
to
worry
about
things
I
wished
I
was
5

he
wouldn’t
stop
talking
he
liked
the
upstairs
because
it
was
quiet

sending
telepathic
pleas
for
kisses
lovers
in
a
dangerous
time

the
kitty
uses
my
little
green
cactus
to
scratch
her
furry
face