Behaviours
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Jennifer Gentle is frightened again
Picks up their eyes in her thoughts and falls overboard
Every Monday without fault
Following a rip tide, there she goes
To open water
Where she will sing
Ooh
Always sings
Yeah
Sometimes on Tuesday, gets tangled in space
Stands in the street for an hour till it's over, poor girl
Picking up an earful when it rains
Pulling down the sunshine in her heart
Waiting for the right time
To sing
Ooh
Yeah
With what they will call her behaviors
She tears the labels off
Life is lonely, living through a glass darkly
I am here, if you listen closely you can hear me roar
I have lent an ear to your suggestions
I have answered a thousand questions unacknowledged
The world is full of tangents, of comings and of goings
People following patterns without knowing
I live in closed loops, spinning febrile hoops, but so do you
Your arc is just wider, my orbit is tighter, close to the bone
I may fly blind, but with my X-ray eyes, I see
Through your smiling grimace
The refractions in your smoke and mirrors
Where meaning is effaced by the unmoving hands
On a silent clock
Jenny on Wednesday will come up for air
Calling collect from her bed on the ocean floor
She doesn't mind who's listening
Empty chairs are fine for mannequins
In sheep's clothing
She lives in the echo chamber of her loneliness
Stuck with pins and needles in her favorite birthday dress
They put her in poses, dress her in clothes
And send her out to meet the wolves