Heather Nova - Sugar
On the Vermont Transit Bus I leaned my arm into a little chink of sun, going somewhere older than I was, strapped into something tight, keeping me small. I dug into you like rock climbing; too scared of coming down, too scared of going up, too scared of rockface. I should've split my sides or spilled my guts or hit you or something, but I was good. And your father's little pancakes so round and perfect and me sitting up too straight, laughing in wrong places, kissing you, kissing up, kissing too soon.
When the cock crows