Polaroids

S. colvin

Please no more therapy

Mother take care of me

Piece me together with a

Needle and thread

Wrap me in eiderdown

Lace from your wedding gown

Fold me and lay me down

On your bed

Or liken me to a shoe

Blackened and spit-shined through

Kicking back home to you

Smiling back home

Singing back home to you

Laughing back home to you

Dragging back home to you

I was so wary then

The ugly american

Thinner than oxygen

Tough as a whore

I said you can lie to me

I own whats inside of me

And nothing surprises me anymore

But forests in germany

Kids in the tuileries

Broken-down fortresses

In old italy

And claiming his victory

Shrouded in mystery

He went running away with me

Back in our home new york

Walking these streets forlorn

We all in our uniforms

Black and black

Doing that slouch and jive

The artist must survive

Weve got all we need we cried

And we dont look back

Thinking we had it made

Poised for the hit parade

Knee deep in accolades

The conceptual pair

But ever the malcontent

He left without incident

Vanished into thin air

Now I am always amazed

Words can fill up a page

Pages fill up the days

Between him and me

But the vows that we never keep

From bedrooms to business-speak

Make me remember how cheap

Words can be

And the letters I wrote you of

Were those of the desperate stuff

Like begging for love in a suicide threat

But I am too young to die

Too old for a lullaby

Too tired for life on the ledge

But I had a dream last night

Of lovers who walked the plank

Out on the edge of time

Amidst ridicule

They laughed as they rocked and reeled

Over the mining fields

Coming to rest on this ship of fools

But he just took polaroids

Of her smile in the light

Of the dawn of the menacing sky

And before they went overbaord

She turned and held up a card

And it said valentine