In the Water I Am Beautiful

The eyes of crows will snag my clothes
My seams to pick and snip
And bruises creep like smoke beneath
My wrinkled fingertips
When I cry my tears leave oily rainbows in the snow
But in the water I am beautiful
Them’s the breaks, the daily ache
So vague and ill-defined
And hearts will stop like broken clocks
As promises unwind
I feel like a souvenir, too tacky to be cool
But in the water I am beautiful
The cathode flash of all that trash
Lights me up like a star
And little kicks for little pricks
Are lined up on the bar
One more little push and I’ll surrender to the pull
But in the water I am beautiful
Water in my mouth — Words get pretty hard to swallow
Cold sets in my bones
Water in my ears — Words are pretty hard to follow
I’m old enough to feel like I’m alive
In the water I am beautiful