The Girl Who Knows

by Adam Hani

Once upon a big-haired lover,
The world came tumbling through,
I stood and bus-waited and
in my head made a poem
and unwrote it again just for you

A poem for a love I did not know I had
She sings like an angel and dances like she’s bad
I feel her energy when we make little mini-promises
And say this to each other out there and out loud
And she becomes herself again in the little whispers,
The sweet, in-the-song, talked-sung interludes.

When she shows a slice of soul like it was a piece of leg
And the girl has legs and she can shake her shoom.
She moves to the groove of the grooviest in the room.
I’ll reciprocate the dancing favours some time soon,
Her sunshiny smile lifts her friends out of their gloom.
And I drink to the memory of our fumbled-love evening
She wishes she knew what she knew, when she knew that he was leaving

I will message you in the distance
And massage you in my mind, with worldly words
And all the feeling of a digital screen scream.
As the texts bombs fall, we all seek shelter
And sister will go and come, gone again
And all the time we find our own story
blood pumps inside, between, before me.

Once upon a big-haired lover,
The world came tumbling through,
I stood and bus-waited and
in my head made a poem
and unwrote it again just for you.

Once upon a big-haired lover
the world came tumbling through,

And they danced to the song forever
and loved like philosophers and dancers
and people who finally knew…