Margaret vs. Pauline

"Margaret vs. Pauline"Everything's so easy for PaulineEverything's so easy for PaulineAncient strings set feet a light to speed to her such mild graceNo monument of tacky goldThey smoothed her hair with cinnamon wavesAnd they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collectedFate holds her firm in its cradle and then rolls her for a tender pause to savorEverything's so easy for PaulineGirl with the parking lot eyesMargaret is the fragments of a nameHer bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lakeOf the make-believe monster whose picture was fakedMargaret is the fragments of a nameHer love pours like a fountainHer love steams like rageHer jaw aches from wanting and she's sick from chlorineBut she'll never be as cleanAs the cool side of satin, PaulineTwo girls ride the blue lineTwo girls walk down the same streetOne left her sweater sittin' on the trainThe other lost three fingers at the canneryEverything's so easy for Pauline