Unsentimental
Traveling around
Sure of myself
Sure of it now

But you were standing there so close to me
Like the future was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
And the blocks uptown

I remember
Remember well
But if I’d forgotten
Could you tell?

In the shadow of your first attack,
I was questioning and looking back
You said, “Baby, we don’t speak of that”
Like a real aristocrat

Compound to compound
Lazy and safe
Wanted to leave it
Wanted to wait


When the taxi door was open wide,
I pretended I was horrified

By the uniform and gloves outside
Of the courtyard gate

You’re not a victim
But neither am I
Nostalgic for garbage
Desperate for time

I could blame it on your mother’s hair
Or the colors that your father wears
But I know that I was never fair
You were always fine