wunderbar.

sixteen women form a choir and dance beneath the sun. some of them wear marching snares. they play and sing in unison.

i’m red-green colorblind. everybody sighs, tells me it’s all right, even when we glide through the traffic lights. no, it’s not all right. i can’t touch you when you’ve drawn a line and you’re always on the other side. freight cars rocket through utica; they are twenty-two replicas of you. i don’t know where you’re going, but say hello again. lovers cannot stop the sun; they can only make it run. you are always drowning me. i kick through you to get free. you are always drowning me. i would rather die at sea (you might escape to the sea, but it’s no slave to you). stop playing with gravity. you might escape from the sea to bathe in something new. when you leave the shoreline, the waves don’t follow you. the waves don’t follow, the waves don’t follow, the waves don’t follow you.