Maybe in the next life

three-piece suit
matching knit ties
wind swoops and howls over the ground outside
fruit smoothies at the mall
medicine for the sick
plans to go on holiday or take another trip
she's got alicia keys cankles
and a cindy brady lisp
she buys closets full of clothes but nothing ever fits

maybe in the next life

for now you seem just like a tourist, looking up at all the tall buildings