The Common Era
Karina Gill
If it's all in my head
here's hoping it stays in there
No I'm not tired
it's the look I was born to wear
A little surprised
a little beyond repair
I take a turn
sweet inertia of going somewhere
Car chase on the screen
Could swear that it moves the air
My miniature friends
make me feel I belong in there
Blown out sky at the beach today
White on white
it all looks the same
Glance down at my hands
to give me something to name
