Aryn Michelle

GENEVIEVE
Aryn Michelle 2010

In a corner café, with flip flops and braids you’re grooving
with Nietzsche on the brain, you talk but your mouth ain’t moving
you say, “The ocean’s too dry for me,
“Let’s hail a cab and go to Kansas City, and throw a party”

Genevieve, could I ever be so free?
Genevieve, you mean so much to me
you climb over every mountain, you’re swimming in every fountain
when do you sleep? how can you be so Genevieve

In a post-modern trend, you became my best friend, it’s complicated
your random as the breeze in patchwork blue jeans, you never fake it
you say, “The secret to life is simple,
in the ocean of mankind I’m just a ripple, just one ripple”

Genevieve, could I ever be so free?
Genevieve, you mean so much to me
you never wear shoes on Sunday, you’re saving the trees on Monday
when do you sleep? how can you be so Genevieve

I admire your unconventional life
I think you got it right
so why can’t I?

Genevieve, could I ever be so free?
Genevieve, you mean so much to me
you dominate conversation, sympathetic to all vibration
when do you sleep? how can you be so Genevieve