by Natalie Merchant

O, jealousy

is she fine
so well bred
the perfect girl
a social deb?

is she the sort
you´ve always thought
could make you
what you´re not?

o, jealousy

is she bright
so well read
are there novels
by here bed?

is the sort
you´ve always said
could satisfy
your head?

o, my jealousy

does she talk
the way I do
is her voice reminding you
of the promises
the little white lies too
sometimes, tell me
while she´s touching you
just by mistake
accidentally do you say my name?


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