Queen

A cross for a sign, to where we sing songs, she gives out a sigh, there’s a deal at Primark, she pulls me along, takes hold of my arm, talks about why, when hurrying along, she turns to crime, hair like a jump start, she needs to stay strong, no one takes her part, we head up the front aisle, take what we can, make dust in plain sight, never easy alarmed, her life is a clock, tied to wandering stars, says that she’s wise, but feels wrong, the stitch in her side, asks me to calm.