Delia's in the kitchen
with two love crumbs for eyes
& her head feeling like the inside of a prune
for she knows what she's forgotten
never really even mattered
& all these years she has shouted at the moon
"why are we all so scared
of the things for which we most care?"
she descends from her castle
in the middle of the woods
& all the mountain men start calling out her name
she could run faster, or maybe bring disaster
if what she spoke & what she thought were one in the same
"I wonder what it feels like
to fall through the air at midnight?"
so remember poor Delia
when you light a candle
or say a prayer for your own self in the dark
seems as though she tried
but never really cared much
to escape the sinkhole encompassing her heart
"beloved and lover
but only one or the other?"