the ones who dance at dawn
And so in this way, they went on together, living like they had never been forced to have a first meeting.
It's not an anthology if you read it cover to cover.
On Patterson Road,
Where every introduction and conclusion is a state of the union address
where patches of evergreens have been dropped carelessly like pennies at a tollbooth
I met a girl named Rebecca at the beach who sort of reminded me of myself.
A girl who hides behind a good book,
who hides under a full skirt so that her legs look like plastic stilts
and who said,
"It's not the Bible if you read it any way but blindly."
It's not an anthology if you read it cover to cover.
On Patterson Road,
Where every introduction and conclusion is a state of the union address
where patches of evergreens have been dropped carelessly like pennies at a tollbooth
I met a girl named Rebecca at the beach who sort of reminded me of myself.
A girl who hides behind a good book,
who hides under a full skirt so that her legs look like plastic stilts
and who said,
"It's not the Bible if you read it any way but blindly."