Lydia/Lysette

Think it was Charlie who said "we're goofballs I guess, the more I look like a man, it destroys me, sometimes it's just a role I guess, a part or a piece of a movie" Bridge Boris bowed as we booed, not a note rang true, beneath the forest fires At the San Diego zoo, Alice's dress caught on barbed wire Says "I'm a nincompoop" Guess I wasn't prepared to cry But it was Kodack cameras and jet streams I saw in her eyes Know it was never mine when I told her: "these crowds reveal my size" And I won't be alone, anymore Cause the newlyweds and the swingers have locked the door Margaret, I'm scared of them Scared of my friends The trouble with paradise is it only takes one drink Til' I can't speak Much less sing I'm scared to grieve my love I'm scared of you, Margaret Persistently dreaming of mom and her daisies, daffodils cut for the display case, drunk on her wine she'd left out the previous night Lydia wept like there was some way to save me, Lysette kept secrets because she never wanted to be lazy, I slept in, through the gunfire and the Fourth of July. Inscribing this note with tenderness and care, because Margaret I really hope to find you there, write to you from Mexico, my love.