5/365 : Roughed Up

i don't know you and you don't know me
but the sun's out today and everything looks blonde n' free

gutters glitter with broken sporks n' corner-store bags
trees are barren, web-shadows are cast

i'm dancing my recovery
at last, at last, at last

trembles snake through me
i crack, i crack, i crack

the others dance past me
i'm thankful for that

the long night teaches a thousand ways to say no
it's hard to grow

so strong, and unladylike