Dear Joan Letter

Stunned and stilted sex was damned Move on to leave it unexamined Still you tell me that we're in the cards Clear the streets of every town you sold me to Arched and docile a narrow view Fold your hand and split the scene, Dear Joan Incidental accidents they spur on your tired regimen More faces than a few have known me You know you know you know, Dear Joan And it's not my problem anymore How you're afraid of everything I think it's time you spend some time alone, Dear Joan.