Numbered Lithograph

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