Elbow to knee
your hand rests right above my ribcage
you tap your fingers like wood
to the woman singing
Ive got you
under myskin
Pretend not tofeel anything since you dont want togive
anything
but the truth is the tapping hurts
as much as the tapping
hurts
Ive GO-ooooooT you-ou-ou-ou
un
der
my skin.
Elbow to wrist
we sit in silence listening to
what I find hard to hear over your
pinging fingers tapping wood
II.II gott YOU!
Under myI
Its thick very thick very thick I think
the table, I mean, the one your elbow rests on
thick and loud for tapping
skin
Accourding to Shawn Walker:
Date: Tue, 16 Feb 1999 10:08:59 -0500
From: swalker@dept.english.upenn.edu (Shawn Walker)
Hey, Karyn. Do you sing? This seems to enact visually many different
song-voice-events, tensions about what pours out when.
I like the quote in your sig, too.
Shawn