Numbered Lithograph - John Vanderslice

When you left me at the table

To go to the ATM

I’ve never been lonelier

I’ve never been lonelier

Your cell-phone it shuddered and blinked

It was your boyfriend again

I’ve never been lonelier

I’ve never been lonelier

I’ve never been lonelier

A light-skinned black

Held a Charles Rennie Mackintosh

Numbered lithograph

I moved to the end of the southern line

And lost most of my friends

I’ve never been lonelier

I’ve never been lonelier

A bird flew in my house one day

And he panicked and thrashed

Up against the window glass

He crashed and crashed

I’ve never been lonelier

I’ve never been lonelier

I’ve never been lonelier

The boy recoiled

As he got out of the heated pool

It was midnight