How crisp was the sorrow How swiftly it went Left not a trace or word Just a light wisps few Of the night last lived That seeped and itched Unnamed in dream Then morning white To reveal the eyes That fumbling curled To escape themselves
Then coffee, then comb And an eyeliner thick
And not a stain or crease To dare and speak. How simple it had been To break and mend and to repeat I slid from lane and sped to song I was to reach the class in five Then reached and left I ate the day in three big bites Then day again, again And how quick they all go through How easy it is to make do - God, but the night Heavy, goo in my shoe