Margaret Vs. Pauline

Everything's so easy for Pauline

Everything's so easy for Pauline

Ancient strings set feet alight to speed her such mild grace

No monument of tacky gold

They smooth her hair with cinnamon waves

And they placed an ingot in her breast to burn cool and collected

Fate holds her firm in its cradle

And then rolls her for a tender pause to savor

Everything's so easy for Pauline

Girl with the parking lot eyes

Margaret is the fragments of a name

Her bravery is mistaken for the thrashing in the lake

Of the make-believe monster whose picture was fake

Margaret is the fragments of a name

Her love pours like a fountain, her love steams like rage

Her jaw aches from wanting and she's sick from chlorine

But she'll never be as clean

As the cool side of satin, Pauline

Pauline

Two girls ride the Blue Line

Two girls walk down the same street

One left her sweater sitting on the train

And the other lost three fingers at the cannery

Everything's so easy for Pauline

For Pauline

For Pauline