“I have only one thing to do and that’s
To be the wave that I am and then
Sink back into the ocean…”
Stealing lyrics I cannot write,
Lyrics that wrote my soul,
Writing words that have no value,
Except filling that Postmodern hole.
Wishing that I had that voice,
which like the waves on rock,
crash and haunt the body
with goosebumps of shock.
(a poem incomplete, inspired by the title song of The Affair, performed by Fiona Apple)