When language fails me I look around.
Has language failed you too?
I am a seaworthy underwriter
chauffeuring the limousine malware.
You’re not supposed to put new wine
in old bottles but people do it anyway
swelling epochs in shady hunter green,
tragic preoccupations with American actors.
I can still pass as a pretty young thing.
Take my cue when it’s time to butterfly
inside a collapsing salt mine I’m partially
shouldering, shuddering encryptions.
Blink twice if you feel betrayed as I do,
baby it’s whatever I can pull off in a day

*Emmylou Harris