i can't write a Chicago poem
in shadows of iron citylights
rain falling on lips bleeding & cracked
sidewalk wintertime girl
with a too-thin black jacket magic
destroyed his conception of art
my sex left the door unlocked at night
so that he might devour my mechanical eye
watched a whiskey sunrise on the roof
the first time i went to Chicago i got
a safety pin stuck in my heart
and i still reach for him in the dark of night,
missing the impression that he makes
in my bed, longing for that 2am
glint of neon diners in his eyes
vibrant with the certainty of my 2nd grade science text,
i scream in boldfaced vocabulary words
I WANT.
and so rang the bell of New Orleans
when i was wed in a ghost's muddy gown
down by the bayou i kissed his hands
pressing my own into the soil
oh yes, i want too much
credits
from rêvenant,
released August 1, 2009
Stacey-Marie Piotrowski (lyrics, music, vox, guitar, accordion), Christopher Ingham (original riff), Amul Kumar (photograph)
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