grab my hand, and
run through the crowd in front of the zydeco band
to that nonexistent dancing spot, and
pull my arm
take me up the stairs to your grandparents' attic
let's look at your parents' baby pictures and
your Aunt's black stockings that
run-
- through the lightning in parking lots
made slick and shiny
stop only if I grab you
only long enough for me to taste your damp hair
watch your sparkler eyes
and then pull me away, again
take me away,
wherever you are going
Fast
for siouxsie-just 'cause.