song for myla goldberg

myla goldberg sets a steady hand upon her brow

myla goldberg hangs a crooked foot all upside down

it comes around it comes around

it comes around it comes around

pretty hands do pretty things when pretty times arise

seraphim and seaweed swim where stick-limbed myla lies

it comes around it comes around

it comes around it comes around

still now you're waiting to grow

inside you're old

sew wings to your pigeon toes

put paper to pen

to spell out eliza"