Iodine (Amelia)

Iodine and talcum powder
The ladies' room is always dimly lit
You took a butter knife from off the table
The poetry is only in your head
A cut in life, a fold beneath the label
Where the tongue-tied future holds its breath
Let your body bend until it breaks apart
A paper bag to slow your breathing down
Appeal to her, the one you need protection from
Two enemies together bound as one
I am all the voices in your head
But you can say you’re sorry for the things you never did
I am the second thought that gets you in the end
I am all the voices in your head…