bookmark

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