You send me
down the old steps
to a church I built
a long time
ago.
There are things we catch
ourselves
saying
that we meant less earnestly
than
they are
but
they are.
I heard you
and we laughed and
You may have thought it something new
but I remembered it
old.
You’ll settle down someday
with some dad
and he’ll mow the lawn and
maybe I’ll be
a number
in the abyss
of your phone book
or dead from cancer.
I’m going home
so I can be exciting for you another time
I’m going home
so you’ll reach out
to hold on
Oh women.
I feel weak.
Look this way
catch me
don’t look away
pay attention
the show is still on
fix it
keep
looking
I’m interesting
don’t get bored don’t play safe I’ll still be around after you’ve all
found husbands
Wanna go on an adventure?
Hold me tight