For Jen Jack

 My friend Reba said to me yesterday morning,

Puppetry is breathing life and animation into a puppet

To control a puppet is to tell a story of oppression

I don't know much about puppetry but I can make sense of this and you

And the way you listen to the cute queer boy at the deli

And the way you picked up the habit of picking up shiny things

And the way you hear music on the breeze and can 

Translate it to the beautiful guitar you've found. 

I think it (you) are a sort of magic

And I fear a breeze too strong will sweep you away

But I know you could sing down a hurricane and breathe life into stone