Starlet

The storm has moved north, Manhattan drifts south

The country's in ice, the gods underground

But you are still home with your cigarettes

Counting the stars underneath your breath

Above the ash, above the ice

We'll write your name in broken lights

And while Jersey sleeps in violent dreams

We'll see your face light up a screen

Fire rose in May, snow fell in June

Your family fled west, their demons went too

But you are still home waiting for the call

Reading your scene to paintings on the wall

Admirers await in California

These strangers don't know who you are

I remember you in your parents car

Cul-de-sac hides you in its arms

Lies on the telephone don't know where you are