Dawson's Creek from Electric Bouquet by Anna McClellan

Sunlight floods the sunroom
I’m a kid on the couch
The void’s already growing
But tv helps me to drown it out

Sun chips and diet coke
I should be practicing piano

All the things left unsaid
And the things that go without saying
I play dolls on my bed
Already learning to hold it all in

Ravioli, family prayer
Realizing life isn’t fair

Summer at home where I wake and first thing to turn tv to Dawson’s Creek
I’ll just sit right here, eat cereal, wonder what is the goal,
While bits of my soul flake and I wait for something to happen

Lamplight floods my eyes
I’m 19 and high
I’ll spend the next several years
Looking for love in all the wrong places

Bad boyfriends and DMT
What else does one do in their twenties?
And you-ou-ou know what you did to drive me crazy and take the long road home

And I, well I’m still driving
It’s a long road home and I like to
Gaze out of the window
Checking out the signs and the pinecones
And I am still a child who doesn’t know what to do
Doesn’t know what to do


Eléctrico ramo
Luz y luz: Lamplight
This great grief we call life
Caminando las calles de París te
dije, ‘Mi luz, mi ángel’

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