don’t you know/
‘twould be a pity to stay/
the same. there’s no time/
for that. busted. old. moot./
when you’re looking for Justice on streams/
but not time yet. when lake como is in the algo/
but not (why?) yet. and her mirror had pink waves/
framing it like the building with its hem lifted/
like a secret peep, a winking ankle at you/
and that was the doorway./
when the sun is in my commitments/
and your values get the shine/
when it’s analogue plush and dizzy bird digital/
– i’m the siren – the way you’re mine./
xoxo,
now you know.
kate carsella 