But You

Maybe a 1990's mess of something

my daughter will one day say,

"like in the olden days,"

when I have one of those, but for

now, rocking to the sounds

of Alanis and Sarah and Sheryl,

willing to give it all away

to rock my hips this way

and that so all

the anger and bitterness

can finally fountain out.

And maybe that's what I

desired all too long,

just a place to reconcile

my evil, beating heart,

never realizing it wasn't

Alanis, Sarah, or Sheryl

who could save me,

but You.