Epicene

You can't calm me in my sleep

You can't hear me weeping

You take some polaroids to keep

For your memorandum

You clap clap those pretty hands

I'm in a circus

You take another with you home

I'm in your notebook

You bring mandarins and oil

Talk of the revolution

You leave thoughts for me to keep

It's all hand written

Once I was a man who drank himself

To the grave

I'm the apprentice of his substance

I get why you're confused

You won't ever be my child

Take care of yourself

I wait wizard will you come

Make me the woman

These hands touched a woman's heart

But now they're mine

I bare bare his tragic mind

I will do better

This old kingdom it is lingering

It is epicene

Am I wasting all my light on you

There's no reflection

Will they tell me I am epicene

They've forgotten my name

All the kisses how they fleet and die

Wake the truth to live

Ready for the road

Woman on the road

Flourishing my soul