Surrender, 2007
Somewhere, a frog crawls in the grass.
Stream-bank, pitched tent, mesmerised,
Hazel and I: shoulder-paired and desperate
To clasp the single second when
Ben Kowalewicz comes from behind the curtain
Like the Ultimate Boyfriend appearing to save your life
And opens his hand. The marble jar explodes and
It’s passed already, I know it happened too fast.
We draw the line back and play it again. A pine needle
Prickles my back: when you’re sixteen it hurts
Like a memory.
In a dusk-fallen muddy field I am
Twenty-three, the stage glows like a magnet
And he is there, and no-one has saved my life. But
They’re playing my song.
Stream-bank, pitched tent, mesmerised,
Hazel and I: shoulder-paired and desperate
To clasp the single second when
Ben Kowalewicz comes from behind the curtain
Like the Ultimate Boyfriend appearing to save your life
And opens his hand. The marble jar explodes and
It’s passed already, I know it happened too fast.
We draw the line back and play it again. A pine needle
Prickles my back: when you’re sixteen it hurts
Like a memory.
In a dusk-fallen muddy field I am
Twenty-three, the stage glows like a magnet
And he is there, and no-one has saved my life. But
They’re playing my song.