Where I Am

One of the best things about being a reader, or a music fan, is to discover something-a song, a story-that exactly captures where you are or otherwise tells you something you need to know. You weren't seeking it, at least not overtly, but then it trumpets itself into the forefront of your attention and you, well, you're never the same again are you?


Ring

It's foolish to say I hear bells,
but I think that's the name, "Bells."
("Bells 2"?) It was playing the day I met you,
informing the world that you're mine,
you'll come when I call, your heart lit
to the ceiling, loopy with feeling,
a brilliant cut snapped open,
snapped shut in a full circle, trailing,
you want me to answer. I do.

-Lizzie Skurnick




(Lizzie,

Damn girl! I mean DAMN girl.
And thank you.)