Shapes I Know

Every day the bus comes and I start to lose it All the other kids stop making out when I sit down Staring at the TV in his socks, she leans in Tying up her bath robe in the dark of the early morning Blow my breath out on the window Use a finger to fill in the frame With shapes I know The road is slick with snow And the grocery store is closed Yuppies in the prefabs holding hands at midnight Fuckers in their fast cars trading head by moonlight Finger in the buck knife in my bag from grandad Jacking up the rent all down my block so I don't feel that bad Blow my breath out on the window In the cruiser with the lights off The station looks the same The night clerk calls my name And the phone accepts my change Emily decides she's staying home this evening Mama doesn't like that kind of lip, she's steaming Caught cutting up the dress Aunt Julie bought from Boscov's Back of daddy's hand on Christmas Eve in the moonlit garage Blows her breath out on the window Use her finger to fill in the frame With shapes she knows The road is slick with snow And the grocery store is closed