And because he holds this to be true
he’ll always stay true to you
You have to try everything once
and then you have to try it again
Don’t bother to knock or ring the bell
his door is always open
Know that if this makes you insecure
if this is something that bothers—
That he’ll always stay true to you
(and his fourteen other lovers)
There are some drunken cheers when J is done, and one person laughingly yelling out, “I’m always true to you—in my fashion, baby!” Detroit hams it up, bowing as if he’s been given a medal. Skye remains in the eye of the storm, observing without reacting.
“Okay,” J says. “Now, fair being fair, it’s time for Skye’s song. I have really enjoyed the time I’ve spent with them, and really hope they feel this song in some way captures them and how they exist in the world.”
Skye
What does it mean to be kind?
The things they taught us as a child?
To say thank you and to smile
And to send a birthday card
to the weird kid
who no one liked?
Sometimes
I’ve found those gestures to be lies
But then I’ve found myself on trial
Walking the loneliest of miles
And how much it means
just to be seen
in those times
Skye
You must have X-ray eyes
You saw right through my fake smiles
You know how kids wait to cry
