Margaret vs. Pauline

Everything's so easy for Pauline Everything's so easy for Pauline Ancient strings set feet alight to speed to her such mild grace No monument of tacky gold They smoothed her hair with cinnamon waves And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected Fate holds her firm in its cradle And then rolls her for a tender pause to savor Everything's so easy for Pauline Girl with the parking-lot eyes Margaret is the fragments of a name Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake Of the make-believe monster whose picture was faked Margaret is the fragments of a name Her love pours like a fountain Her love streams like a rage Her jaw aches from wanting and she's sick from chlorine But she'll never be as clean As the cool side of satin, Pauline Pauline Two girls ride the blue line Two girls walk down the same street One left her sweater sittin' on the train The other lost three fingers at the cannery Everything's so easy for Pauline For Pauline For Pauline