I can see her there, Sophie
she’s sitting on a bench waiting for that bus
Her knees are curled and she’s on the phone
waiting, waiting for me to join her

I can see her there, Sophie
she is dressed in black
Her hair a fiery blue with layers and layers of shame
Her shoulders covered with fur

Sophie’s here alright, everywhere around
She sits across the table, eating the air
I look down at my plate, she’s gotten so full
My cauldron is full of jewels

She won’t leave me alone
Sophie cares too much to leave
No one else can see her, she’s sitting in that chair
No I’m not alone, Sophie smothers me

But Sophie gives me a name;
Ana or Mia or Ed

Maybe I don’t mind her suffocating presence