She didn’t have to
But she did it anyway
Is it resentment or just jealousy
For the loss of the family girl
She promised to be when she was
Behaving like a little devil
Wearing the past like a dress
That didn’t quite work out for the
Dinner party she showed up to
Still the history was quaint
No one knew if her decisions
Were her own but she used to
Make them all by herself
Like sitting up! Not anymore
I think I’ll stop giving people
The option you know?
She quailed, “I’ve got a mind to!”
Many are most likely to say no
Seems the brain is wired that way
Speaking of wires it’s been
A long time since a telephone call
With someone to share
The good stuff like
Heart perversions and
Reasons for taking the train
To New York but not without
A book on how to make
Good decisions and an index
On who to speak to for herself
The imagination is strong
The ties are calling her
Railroad fantasies are long
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Poétique 