Do you remember standing over there?

Of course you do.
Surely, if that moment is tattooed on my skin,
Inking like some tribal folly
From everyone’s early tough twenties
A stain remaining no matter how hard I scrub
If you are in my every skin
The dermal memory of me
Then surely, you must remember standing over there?

I came to you and claimed that my friend
Lish
You misheard it Leash
Liked you and thought you were cute
And she wanted to ask you to dance
In the other dark room where I never really went
Not for the MDMA impression
That I was into this music

She’d seen your band play the night before
And knew you were some out of town glamour dyke
Indeed, later we went to see Judith Halberstan lecture
Dissecting your lyric sheets
I, for one, couldn’t understand a fucking word
Though I knew to know it was cool that The Butchies had a song about you
I liked the Indigo Girls,
That Galileo song, you know the one.
Do you remember standing over there?

There, where you said
To me in my stupid denim skirt and silly guitar belt:
But what if I don’t like your friend,
What if I like you?