Mlle. LaBelle

you've got every inch of your bones
& it's this it's not bicycles
& it's this it's not the seats on the bus
or shoes or chairs that hold you up

the house where we live is empty space
& every room's assigned a face
& every face is full of mind
that uses skin to hide behind
if your car needed a jump
the cables are there in the trunk
& if i could have you that way
i'd hook up our brains & it'd be great

because in there i'd find your thoughts
what you like, what you're tired of
i wouldn't wonder it would be plain
& i'm guessing i would feel less afraid

if your car needed a jump