"Something Must Be Happening to My Antennas,"

Sbntet~in'3111u.st 'Ee f-/~tppenin'J tb 111~ Antenn~t.s I find myself crying at the end of General Hospital I swear it's true the worst soap opera on TV the cheapest song a good-bye on a platform or a broken balloon in a child's hand are all it takes and I get a lump in my throat my eyes burn like acid my nose itches my heart pounds my breathing becomes irregular maybe tears will come and my eyes grow red

I know the tricks and techniques of the movies I've studied how the violins manipulate us I spent my life denouncing Doris Day

but during General Hospital something clouds over inside and something wet and salty runs down my cheeks

I'm like a stone when I receive the news of your death lists of crippled people come off the plane

your best friend limping I learn that they killed your sister on a street corner the children in the slums eat cats and dogs if they can find them you haven't worked for fifteen months another worker clubbed the noise of a stick on a shoulder

and I am not moved I am not moved

I must be very sick I'm afraid I'm afraid

I'm afraid of what's happening to me I'm afraid

so afraid of what's happening to me