I'm afraid I'm made of tin

I can't remember. No symmetry

I’m dog-eared

One half a wave, slanted

I was too young for men

When she said no

You’re too old to reach for that

Too old, too young —

Maybe that's why I'm obsessed

With the ages of things

I couldn't wait to grow up

And when I did, I was too old

The way one side grows

When you double it —

It's two people

Neither is me

Neither is how I wanted it

I don't love imperfect things

I don't know how —

I wasn't loved for lack of symmetry

And yet it was fascinating

Anything that would hang

What's so wrong?

They brushed me back

All their disgust so disgusting

The hug that could not complete itself —

It has to be a circle

It has to be an exchange

The only thing I can't change —

I'm all left ear

And only half hear

This sound's all the way

From my mama's shame

I'm all the way

Sounds of the year

Reactions at home

These mountains to fear —

It's like nothing at all

Nothing

Nothing