Tailor - Anaïs Mitchell

When he said

When he said that he liked my cut of hair

I became a barber

When he said

When he said that my scent was Eau de Fleur

I became a perfumer

When he said

When he said that he liked the clothes I wore

I became a tailor

And I sewed a party dress—

In and out and in and out

With a needle and a thread—

In and out and in and out

In my head, the thought of him—

In and out, in and out and in

When he said

When he said he was leaving

I took up the violin

When he said

When he said that my body he’d not miss

I became a sculptress

When he said

When he said that my face he’d soon forget

I became a poet

And the fiddle and the bow—

In and out and in and out

And the chisel in the stone—

In and out and in and out

And the fountain pen—

In and out, in and out and in

Now that he’s gone away

There isn’t anyone to say

If I’m a lady gay, or a crazy woman

Now that he’s gone away

There isn’t anyone to say

If I’m a diamond or a dime a dozen

Didn’t I gleam in my father’s eye?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Didn’t I split my mother’s side?

Who am I?

Who am I?

Didn’t I drink her nipple dry?

Who am I?

And no one taught me how to cry

Who am I?

How to cry for what I wanted in the night

Who am I?

Who am I?

And didn’t I cry and cry?

Who am I?

Who am I?