I can't sleep.

Who will come and dance with me?

Who will come and love me down 

From Chinatown,

And run with me?

Chase the paper lanterns and the dragon

Down the street?

Eat the sweet and sour,

Chow mein, or do my laundry 

By the hour and tell me stories

That ratify my brain

To the ancient treaties?

Who will speak the ancient secrets

Of my dark, mysterious love?

Who will assure me that

There is no one above me in the food chain

When it comes to them?

Who will give a damn

That I lie here sleepless, 

Yet, unwilling to get up

And go and watch the parade,

Much less go after it through the night, myself.

-jenn