Maggie

Don't say too late, love’s not on your list, put on your skates, the earth hesitates, like it has a stitch, It’s not afraid, someone asks for change, who is paying this, it would be rude to say, spin on your plates, they want little bits, creepy by the door frame, working in this place, is like a launderette, spinning out my fate, my little smile migrates, to all the other misfits, who’ve never seen a wage, is something missing?