From the observation deck
they’re trying to discern with no context
while the sentimentalist is signing letters
claiming they’re from someone else
and the novel wrote itself
in spite of all the passages unread but kept
You were busy trying to decide
who was getting named in the dedication
Sit and watch the sun plié
You silently critique each passing day
Always have something to say
As if you know a single thing about ballet
I know you don’t want to be here anymore
Hidden behind curtains on the windowsill
You see that Chevy Astro sifting there?
I swear I see those things parked everywhere
Maybe biased, au contraire
Call it phenomenon, that sounds fair
I know you don’t want to be here anymore
Hidden behind curtains on the windowsill