A Song for Lovers: A Ballad in Six Short Verses and One Unnecessarily Long One

by Alisa Rosenthal

Once upon a time there was a / tiny girl

The tiniest girl in the / whole world

And when I say tiny I mean / really tiny

Because her town was the size / of a bread crumb

She ate tiny tortillas / for dinner

And enjoyed a tiny shower / in the morning

And even took a teeny / tiny pill

So she could have tiny sex / with her tiny boyfriend

Her tiny boyfriend had a / tiny secret

He liked to wear tiny panties when / no one was looking

As he broke the tiny boundaries / of gender

He smiled a tiny smile to himself / in the mirror

The boy’s tiny mother had lived a / tiny hard life

And softly cried her tiny self to sleep / at night

She woke up alone in her / big bed

And sang a sweet sad song / out her tiny window

All of her neighbor thought she was a / tiny bit crazy

And as omniscient narrator I can / tell you that she was

But all her neighbors believed in / the tiny occult

And are going to kill themselves in / two thousand twenty three

As out tiny tale end I will still / try to tell you

To listen to the tiny sounds you hear / in the shadows

It might just be the tiny girl and her / tiny town

Trying to talk at the top of their lungs for / one last time

• September 8, 2006 - No Shame Iowa City
  

  Performed by Alisa Rosenthal and her trusty Banjo

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