Ne te souviens pas

If you see me
on the street
just pretend
I am a stranger

If someone asks
tell everyone
I just boarded
the next train home

In those photos
you can say
it wasn't really me
I was just a merchant

In all honesty
I quite willingly
sold what I had
for the lowest price

The Girl Who Had No Home

You scaled the world deprived of armor
When they knocked, no one was home
Greeted by a phantasm, the collective myth
What the world creates, it can destroy
And now, at last, may you rise

For my dear MM, 1926 - 1962. RIP, Norma Jeane.