sono donna*

I passed them in their clouds of smoke
I am a woman now
Leave the fuming trails behind
Twisting in the air
I can't compare, I can't compare!--
My husband to hers
As if my lover was worse
As if I were under some curse
Why am I so calm
With a man and his knife?
My heart is soft
My heart us hard
Remember the days when I laughed

I looked at a divorced man

I looked at a dead one, too

And when I looked at the sick man

I felt his sickness through

My blood, through my bone

And a strange sensation of being alone

In this marriage

In this house that is not a home

I am half mother

I am half child

Escort me down in the dark