Natalie

Here's a thing for you, you who always come first, with all your jiggery doo, you’re not enough born, to rage against my thirst, when feelings get torn, the sea is deep blue, you've no time for mirth, home is not a Bayou, by book or by 'phone, your trail is well versed, to know how you're doing, try again slice the moon, pull away and swear, your eyes like fish glue. pass a drive in cafe', where all debt's squared, your stars are never true, divine the easy air.