Cursive Musings

The Predatory Wasp of The Palisades is Out To Get

Thinking outrageously I write in cursive,
I hide in my bed with the lights on the floor,
Wearing three layers of coats and leg warmers,
I see my own breath on the face of the door .

Oh I am not quite sleeping,
Oh I am fast in bed,
There on the wall in the bedroom creeping,
I see a wasp with her wings outstretched.

North of Savanna we swim in the palisades,
I come out wearing my brother's red hat,
There on his shoulder my best friend is bit seven times,
He runs washing his face in his hands.

Oh how I meant to tease him,
Oh how I meant no harm,
Touching his back with my hand I kiss him,
I see the wasp on the length of my arm.

Oh great sights upon this state,
Wonders bright, and rivers, lake,
Trail of tears and Horseshoe Lake,
Trusting things beyond mistake.

We were in love, we were in love,
Palisades palisades palisades,
I can wait, I can wait.

I can't explain the state that I'm in,
The state of my heart, he was my best friend,
Into the car, from the back seat,
Oh admiration in falling asleep,
All of my powers, day after day,
I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed,
Deep in the tower, the prairies below,
I can tell you, the telling gets old,
Terrible sting and terrible storm,
I can tell you the day we were born,
My friend is gone, he ran away,
I can tell you, I love him each day,
Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged,
I can tell you, I love him each day,
Terrible sting and terrible storm,
I can tell you...

- Sufjan Stevens