You-‘re An Interesting Man
With Your Words And Your Smile
Cracking Across Dry Lips,
Lips That Weave Warm Stories
For Girls To Wear On Bitter Nights
When We-‘re Frozen And Bored.
You Give Us Letters And Sentences,
Paragraphs Of Sweaters To
Wrap Around What We-‘re Thinking,
Questions And Poems And Songs
To Cover Fear And Insomnia.
You-‘re A Very Interesting Man,
And You Fit Very Well,
But I Think I-‘m Done Reading You