AND TO FEEL AGAIN

she confides in me that she’s a second child
and that nobody loves a squeal as much as the original
I try to tell her about Austin Powers
but she’s not in the mood for witty conversation

She doesn’t want to think
She doesn’t want to reason
She doesn’t want to listen
She wants to feel and to feel again

she mentions boredom, brushes herself in its name
why did she use to feel a waterfall of emotion
at the drop of a scented whisper or a misplaced glance
now a luke warm shower comfortable but no chill

She doesn’t want to think
She doesn’t want to reason
She doesn’t want to listen
She wants to feel and to feel again

she says lucky she I wasn’t born a middle child
I would have developed my own Star Wars complex
first one full of hope, last one so cute and fury
I would have developed into being more moody just to feel