Streaker Angst from Foxtail Garden by Rebecca L. Rand

I see you walking down the street without your clothing on
i see you sleeping in the blue light with the tv on
and if you know me i know you better than anyone
because i--see you, streaking, outside, every day

the look you go for is the looks that you get
you think you're beautiful when want what you get
but you go home and your two feet are blue and wet
and they're numb--just like, you want, to be, every day

you're the neighborhood streaker
the beautiful body
but it's clear you're not doing it just to be naughty
for chrissake, it's february
have a cup of tea
inside with me

Across a coffee table you sit facing me
your lovely limbs can't decide where they want to be
the shaky smile the darting eyes the knocking knees
I know you're manic, that's why I asked you in today.

I find the old electric blanket I can wrap you in
you hold it to tightly your tender gooseflesh skin
so many times when people ask you where you've been
but you can't answer because you're falling from the sky

you're the neighborhood streaker
the beautiful body
but it's clear you're not doing it just to be naughty
for chrissake, it's february
have a cup of tea
inside with me

• Alternative
• atmospheric
• folk
• indie rock
• San Francisco