The Uncomfortable Pose
lyrics/music by Edie Marshall

This city is a still life from a steady artist’s hand.
“Don’t move,” he says, “so I can capture you.”

Family portraits line the street, and I remember when I sat for mine the first time.
I said, “Make me look like I belong. Make me look like I am one of them.”
He said, “Sit still.”

I can still feel the oil on my skin, but it’s not sinking in.
He says, “Sit still.”