Mrs Dalloway - Jealous Of The Birds

Do you still go to the magpie store with the

Vintage fur coats and jewelry-laden drawers?

Do you still talk in hieroglyphs and wit from

Books you’ve read and films full of pith?

Christ, can we just have a conversation

Where money and ambition fall away?

There’s a garden full of sweet pea and carnations

We’ll lie out on the grass there someday

Someday

My, Mrs. Dalloway

My, Mrs. Dalloway

Sketching women in summertime cafés

So reluctant to go home

Do you still cry as you pull into the drive, thinking:

''God, is this it --- what it means to be alive?''

Do you still paint every Sunday when you wake?

I recall you used to point out every subtle flawed mistake

I still don’t know the names of constellations

Or the true circumference of the Earth

But Christ, can we just have a conversation

Where you are self-endowed with silver-worth?

Silver-worth

My, Mrs. Dalloway

My, Mrs. Dalloway

Sketching women in summertime cafés

So reluctant to go home

My, Mrs. Dalloway

My, Mrs. Dalloway

Sketching women in summertime cafés

So reluctant to go home

My, Mrs. Dalloway

My, Mrs. Dalloway

Sketching women in summertime cafés

So reluctant to go home