Cedars

She's singing softly, rehearsing her dissent As striplight burns her shadow on cement They won't know what she meant She breaks her body for something she can't feel Perfection as a marvel, as an ideal It's never quite revealed All flickers out and red turns to blue Don't ask her who she dreams of because you know it's you Another fraying jumper Another person's brother Cold in the night, it is autumn And the cedars never blossomed Tried looking inward, a ballerina's scorn Mountains and traumas in poetry unborn As obvious as dawn The Wanderer adrift in muzzled grass and loam Kisses him like flypaper, like vodka, like she's home The fear of being alone All flickers out and red turns to blue Don't ask her who she dreams of because you know it's you Another fraying jumper Another person's brother Cold in the night, it is autumn And the cedars never blossomed Another fraying jumper Another person's mother Cold in the night, it is autumn And the cedars never blossomed