Street lights on chrome
Put me in mind of night
And spinning around
Like I used to
When I was small and blind
As only the young
Can be

But it isn't
What it means anymore
And the point of this
Is dull

It still hurts but
I won't bleed, not for you
I will always be
Left without the
Spring water that flows from
Other mothers' veins
The tap

I got, and like
An old claw footed tub
I've got hard water
Stains