LUCIE THORNE

##Alice

She liked to think of them as creatures
Lining up along the road right there on display
Sometimes she would tell them secrets
Lean her head against the frame, watching them sway

Or watch the back of his neck

She collected sounds and pieces
Of what she heard behind the door in the darkened hall
Crouched beneath the phone, in shadow
She kept a careful list of what she might use them for

Oh light of mine
Looking like she means it
Oh light of mine
Like you know she feels it
Oh light of mine