Needlepoint

love sits in that frozen phonograph of life a broken record playing the same bit of song over and over and over not knowing when to stop not knowing when to start it’s a hard feeling on this record player that always skips our song. i waited and waited for you to come out of your shell and when you didn’t i called the nutcracker but that little wooden man just didn’t show up so i tried to do it myself. i’ve always said i have no muscles so you’re stuck. i’ve jammed the catch to your little box lined with foil and you’re locked inside locked away from me indefinitely. maybe in time the locksmith will come ‘round or maybe in time you’ll run out of supplies and force your own self out but until that maybe-time i’ll move on and try to find another song that the needle doesn’t skip and jump that doesn’t have a scratch in it like ours does. only one man can fix it, you know, and he’s stuck in a shell lined with foil with a jammed lock too scared to break out and i won’t wait anymore.