Under the Skin of a Skeleton Zebra

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Story

She goes to sleep where dreamers go
A light, a book, a shine, a glow
She waves and wonders
What if you could come along
Surely, though she doesn’t know

Come with me, tell me your story – she says
I’ll give you mine when I find it
You know I kind of lose it sometimes

I found her counting every ink and ivory key
Hiding June movies, wandering from c to b
But zinc or song she holds on
Grasping tightly as they fall
Tell her to let go

It’s like hibernation
An anaesthetic injection
Wait, she says, wait, wait for me

Come with me, tell me your story – she says
I’ll give you mine when I find it
You know I kind of lose it sometimes

Come with me, tell me your story - she says
You’ll hear of mine when I find it
You know I kind of lose it sometimes

Come with me, tell me your story