do you know everything about me?
would i be familiar if we spoke,
or would you see me as half a mystery--
some warped young girl of six who grew up
wrong.

could i talk to you anyway,
could i tell you and would you understand
the deja-vu-type feeling of the same
way other people break my heart
for good as well as bad?

anyway, i would tell you that no one
is gentle enough.
i've been listening to bob dylan all day and maybe
i'd like to talk to him, too.