They speak in familiar words with meanings I don’t know
In hallways, in quiet rooms, with drinks or without,
in ministries, in gymnasiums, wherever lyrics flow,
I see the movements, mimic them, until they start to shout-
How unnatural! How embarassing! Can he really not know?
and when the eyes are slaughtering, it’s easiest to go,
for those of us who cannot know, it’s easiest to go.
Forsakable
