hannigan, lisa
for instance i ask
where are we going?
as if i were a bookmark
marking my place
are we at a beginning
or near an end
am i a friend
am i an unwieldy heroine
a parenthesis
a little did she know
am i a crow
am i a gun on the mantle
the instant i asked
there was nothing to say
in the still of the night
in the dust of the day
i will rattle my worries
i will fever and shake
that it it is always
it is always the same
inside a beginning
there is an end