sometimes i wonder if i’ll ever forget
you get off at rue de la pompe and me at la muette
something-something
beautiful soft lips
before glass breaks there are lightning-like rips

there was nothing for me to be angry at
colorful versace ad covering a church
no i wasn’t perched i was neatly sat
for the first time i'd believed that i'd done something good
i want to say a witty joke
but im afraid to be rude
militantly listening in our self-aware age

never wear a hat at center stage
something i’ve learned behind the scenes
watching people act figuring out what it means
i'm a raging feminist
nici de saint-phalle
from that trip i still have selfies
this one i took at pigalle
i show it to you and you smile in exchange
militantly listening in your self-aware age

i tell you all i’ve learned as if i’d known you’d come
you took out your curious and gave me some
no
you gave me one
another line from a pencil biter
a parliament blue and a little bic lighter
it falls through a canalization grill slit
i try to follow the ground sound to hear it hit
we have one lit one for a glowing exchange
militantly silent in my self-aware age