Drop the Needle - Mary Halvorson

Is this the end i ask

I fly or could have flown

Relief flowering the quiet

Scarf of my last breath

A motorcycle silver lipstick

Put on silver red lips

A series of false eyelashes

None of them would fit

People bury their wishes

I am none of them

A good bird in an earlier life

In a vicious cycle of birds

One might drop the needle

An entire song transcends

Repeat a twirling hypnotic

Melody in descending order

Deep mud can’t see my shoes

In perfect harmony

Our arms try touching

But we do not kiss

Are you taking part?

I could not be instead

Are you taking part?

I could not be instead