She is Manhattan at night "“
Long Island alone sometimes
Crawls through muddy banks
Through heavy shadows and great light
Something moves half-bottled
She is the color of stone
She greets the moon alone
She scratches a circle in ash
She's in the middle "“ she dances.
Fear wound round her throat
Entwined laughter and grief
She hopes the recorder caught
A ghost of you of her together
You tried to love "“ she only tried
In the circle in her mind
Fear wound round her throat