In crowded bars, at subway cars



Whenever you are next to me,

center of gravity,

can't feel both feet on the ground



Walking home after dark, past the softball park



It's clear to me, according to a rule I learned one day in school

Basic geometry: two halves of a circle, you and me



It's a familial song we've known so long



Your clever cuts into me

as long as you're next to me

I can't feel both feet on the ground