apollo's frock

“put me back in the cold
i'm going to antarctica ---
it feels like these days,
our old meeting place,
in an la cafe
or on the serengeti,
the hunt has not begun.
cause i am tired of you taking from me
and i have let you eat from the fruits of my tree
i am not the one to turn into a laurel wreath
for the last time you have crossed my line

you could never see
apollo's frock
was always as beautiful
as the saddest rainstorm
apollo your frock
was always as beautiful
as your sister's
that your light shined on…”

-- tori amos, may, 2004