she would move her legs under the table
i could see she knew the bass line
she would tap her hands and feet to the clock radio
she never missed a beat
cecille... won't you tell me what you need?
she would put the water on, wait for it to boil
turn it off, forget to make the tea
she would look into the mirror, waiting for numbers and signs
cecille... won't you tell me what you see?
