now
by shelle tinnell

weve got that girl between us.the stage a knot of red hair
                    (but its oh so much better when the colors natural)
and i saw her the other day,arms outstretched reaching for something.
                    (i thought she had it all-she had you)
and i looked at her awhile,the sky snapping pink along our telephone wires.
                    (but it cant really be love-
                              everyone knows love is blue-green.
                                       was her mood ring ever black?)
behind her.and i saw who she was.not a girl at all. 
                    (heaven doesnt make girls like that)
a harsh voiced lifestyle i didnt fitin with my honors classes and a.c.t's.
                     (i learned to inhale to late i guess)
then she drew back in and gave me a cigarette.
i smoke because itll kill me you know.
                     (an every other day suicided attempt-
                                 6'3, you always did tower over me.
                                        once a week it works and i forget you.)