There never was a time like this
so ripe in wanting
aching respite
A world primed for new
but only expectation
The door opened once
a century ago or so ago
A sliver enough to let in
some forgotten way to see
If they tell us that it's finished
over
we believe them smiling
but oh
oh
How soon we forget
that misers count coins in degrees
the tellers smoke words through their teeth
and the machine churns out thank you's
I haven't forgotten,
how many have?
Don't ask me where it's put in what nook it's ducked in what crack it's smashed inside what hole it was wheeled into how many times folded I can't answer for something I never did Or else was led in t
The first time they cut my hair I thought how fun a change the second time they cut my hair I thought of ducks or monsters the third time they cut my hair I remembered where I had hid a cheereo the fo
If my body and I were two, the questions I would ask If the night was young would you remember? When we danced a little two step and talked with the cup hand in When the sister with changing hair did