A dress that is high in the neck
Is best to see yourself in
I have come here from far away
To see what time could do to me
Everywhere there is the woman
Slouched over her drink
In the season of despair
As it’s always nighttime here
Or should I say, there’s always a becoming
I lay my life in front of you without cause
And you take stock of it
Deem it not worthy
I was always the right person
To medicate danger
I take out my little metal purse
So many vials in exactitude
So many moments
Where the past was left waiting
I take out my tiny succulent angels
If you won’t have me
Will you at least try them
They’ve been in their jars
For all eternity
Surely something could come out of it
And if not, let’s glide across this carpet
You and I, so gracefully
What you don’t know in story
I’ll give to you in action
I take out my tiny new beginning
And ask you to think again
Maybe this time will be different
I glide you across the carpet
That is pink and gold
And you must admit
The swirl of time
Provides us an opening
You take stock of my life
And deem it wholly acceptable
I take out my tiny book
And read you these words
And even you must admit
There was always something there
There was always something there
That was waiting