ana ng - MAKE A HOLE WITH A GUN PERPENDICULAR TO THE NAME OF THIS TOWN
IN A DESK-TOP GLOBE / EXIT WOUND IN A FOREIGN NATION SHOWING THE HOME OF
THE ONE THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR / MY APARTMENT LOOKS UPSIDE DOWN FROM THERE /
WATER SPIRALS THE WRONG WAY OUT THE SINK / AND HER VOICE IS A BACKWARDS
RECORD / ITS LIKE A WHIRLPOOL, AND IT NEVER ENDS / ANA NG AND I ARE
GETTING OLD AND WE STILL HAVEN'T WALKED IN THE GLOW OF EACH OTHER'S
MAJESTIC PRESENCE / LISTEN ANA HEAR MY WORDS THEY' RE THE ONES YOU WOULD
THINK I WOULD SAY IF THERE WAS A ME FOR YOU / ALL ALONE AT THE '64 WORLD'S
FAIR / EIGHTY DOLLS YELLING "SMALL GIRL AFTER ALL" / WHO WAS AT THE DUPONT
PAVILION? / WHY WAS THE BENCH STILL WARM? WHO HAD BEEN THERE? / OR THE
TIME WHEN THE STORM TANGLED UP THE WIRES TO THE HORN ON THE POLE AT THE
BUS DEPOT / AND IN BACK OF THE EDGE OF HEARING / THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT
THE VOICE WAS REPEATING: "ANA NG AND iARE GETTING OLD AND WE STILL HAVEN'T
WALKED IN THE GOLD OF EACH OTHER'S MAJESTIC PRESENCE / LISTEN ANA HEAR MY
WORDS THEY'RE THE ONES YOU WOULD THINK I WOULD SAY IF THERE WAS A ME FOR
YOU" / WHEN I WAS DRIVING ONCE I SAW THIS PAINTED ON A BRIDGE: "I DON'T
WANT THE WORLD, I JUST WANT YOUR HALF" / THEY DON'T NEED ME HERE, AND I
KNOW YOU'RE THERE / WHERE THE WORLD GOES BY LIKE THE HUMID AIR / AND IT
STICKS LIKE A BRKEN RECORD / EVERYTHING STICKS UNTIL IT GOES AWAY / AND
THE TRUTH IS, WE DON'T KNOW ANYTHING
