Voice Ship

She whispers to me
“Your nails don’t match your personality.
Are they supposed to?”

I want to crawl under the waves with you.

“Oh well,” she goes on.
“You’ll still do just fine.
Come to this little star of mine.”
I do the sign of the cross and go.

“I’ll only kiss you
if you beg me,” he says smirking.
“You make me feel real confident.
You’re a keeper.”
I can float over him,
I think,
even when his hair’s blue.

Can I crawl under the waves with you?

“What do you want me to do,
master?” I ask.
“You never talk to me. You just send all your representatives,
and I never know if they’re phony.”
He just smirks and says, “True.”

Let me crawl under the waves with you.

“Suck in your stomach. You’re perfect . . .” says she.
“. . .my best friend, a blessing, my infallible baby.”
“I’m not!” I want to
cry out, but why wilt
the flower she thinks I am?
But I always give her clues.

Please bring me under the waves with you . . .

you free me.
Grasp me with your soft hands,
hold me to your heart
so I can have a drink,
take me to your castle underwater . . .
so I can rest on your voice
and dream off my life.


To Jeff Buckley

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