There is a kind of all-knowing, beautiful person
Who is certain—their beauty proves it—that we are all alone.
To them, a conversation always has a different tone.
When they see pictures of couples, a certain smile
Plays across their lips; they think: She’s going to leave him for a while.
Are you beautiful? And harassed? Don’t you feel alone?
And when you talk with someone, do you hear a different tone?
The sacred is not safe when you come into view.
It’s painful to think, isn’t it? that everyone’s untrue—
And the proof is in their eyes when they’re alone with you.
To complete the picture, you have no children.
Religion sighs. Tension swells. God inquires of his angels,
Angels in hell, angels in heaven: Is there anything we can do?
The heavens remain serene and beautiful. There is no help from heaven.
Then one leaves the one they love alone with you
And you prove what everyone knew.
Ever since you were a little girl, you heard it in their tone.
This is what beauty proves.
Everyone’s alone.
