John Vanderslice Numbered Lithograph
When you left me at the table to got to the ATM
I’ve never been lonelier
Your cell-phone it shuttered and blinked, it was your
boyfriend again
I’ve never been lonelier,
A light-skinned black held a Charles Rennie Macintosh
numbered lithograph
I moved to the end of the southern line and lost most of
my friends
I’ve never been lonelier
A bird flew in my house one day, and he panicked and
thrashed
Up against the window glass he crashed and crashed
I’ve never been lonelier
The boy recoiled as he got out of the heated pool
It was midnight
