Jay Brannan
Both Hands
I am walkingout in the rainand I am listening to the low moanof the dial tone againand I am gettingnowhere with youand I can't let it goand I can't get through...And the old woman behind the pink curtainsand the closed dooron the first floorshe's listening through the air shaftto see how long our swan song can lastAnd both handsplease use both handsno don't close your eyesI am writinggraffiti on your bodyI am drawing the story ofhow hard we tried
From Letras Mania