Yesterday morning upon my waking

Inside my pocket, I found a calling card

It said in cursive "Meta-detective"

And had a number I didn't recognize

It rang all morning and in the evening

I heard an answer. It sounded like a sigh.

It was a woman on the receiver

(she was a breather)

I said i'd see her because you never know


She said she'd meet me under the marquee

Of a theater that was abandoned

She ran up to me and leaned in closely

Whispering softly, she told me how I would die

She spoke in cipher and coy conundrums

Her hair was like lightning and smelled like thunder

Ending our rendez-vous, she said "Rappelea-vous?"

And with a pirouette, she disappeared and I said,

"You never know"


I'll let you be my eyes if we fly

I'll let you be my eyes because I'm blind

The rain flies into out mouths while our heads fly into the clouds