SONGS
Lines
Words by Chris Frank
Be rid of light—
these lines under my eyes
cast shadows.
Better if no one knows.
I will gather lightbulbs
if you get the sun.
We will put them together,
light matches and run, and we
will make our way by
what's left of the moonlight.
But there will be none so
I must not have that right.
No moonlight here—
the moon is just a mirror.
And without sunlight
it won't reflect quite right, no.
you say "you should be afraid of us,"
and I am, I am, but look:
take what you will from me
you will not get away
no, I will not follow you
but you will follow me
you will have to follow me
we will wake up in this body every day
Let me be clear:
you are not welcome here.
But here we are
and I feel like me so far.
It might work instead
to collect every mirror,
we will paint them or break them
or render them clear
and you would remain
yes, and slowly you'd grow
but I wouldn't mind
I would not ever know
you say "you should be afraid of us,"
and I am, I am, but look:
take what you will from me
you will not get away
no, I will not follow you
but you will follow me
you will have to follow me
we will wake up in this body every day