Fiona Apple greets me at the door.
She’s been busy doing it to herself
all day long.
I may as well have not come home.
And Fiona says men are just boys
while I’ve been at work,
and Fiona says boys can’t reach
the sacred hurt inside a woman,
but I’ve been talking to a wall
for an entire year.
Fiona says a lot of things
that don’t apply to us,
she’ll pretend they do.
We may as well not even be here.