It’s easy to be
The open envelope
For someone else and i wonder
Why do i bother?
Maybe because when i was
Walking around in
Green converse and
Staying up too late and
Daydreaming all afternoon and
Waking up with
An upside down heart
I kept my sweater zipped
Tight over my
Ribcage and
Nobody called me on
The phone
It’s her first kiss and she was
Waiting for violins that don’t come and i tell her
Do it fifty more times and you’ll
Hear the symphony
I listened to the silence of
Moth wings beating
And went to the computer to learn
How to
And it’s all making me terribly
Heavy on the ride home all the sudden i’m
An empty orange juice carton
Sweet and all gone
I turn up the music as if i could drown out
The belated
Loneliness
But even when i sing as if i’m
Happy the sounds all come out meaning
What I feel even though the lyrics are about
Lovers not
Letters I mailed
to myself
Because all the phone lines were
busy
