In a Chinese alley
In February
I found a frozen girl
Naked under ice

In a Chinese alley
In February
You can find all sorts of things
Like a box inside a box inside another box

Dry-cleaner window
Covered in a film of white
Chemical salt
Black exhaust

Brigid straddled
Her space heater
On her leg
A handmade tattoo of a straight line

She tells me not to
Belabor too long
While the cold
Gets me hard as a statue

She hanged by a tune
Above the organ
“A tune for we have
Nothing else”
Singing sweet
Mediterranean
While her universe
Went missing

You got to make your own music
From inside a Chinese box
And we sipped on the fallow laughter
Of green tea

Nobody staying too long
There at the crossroads
Drone taxis
Pointed in the direction
Of a bridge to evil

Goodnight love
Love goodnight
Goodnight love
Love goodnight