I remember Monica at the U.S. Open
She might have been 16
Couldn't have been much more
Answering some questions and giggling
I'd never seen someone so alive on TV before
Do you remember Monica shrieking on her backhand?
Disguising herself when she went out at night?
Coloring her hair like something was telling her
Stay low, invisible and out of sight
And then, Monica, the blade came, Monica
Like God spitting on you, a knife in your back
We read it in the paper and moved on to other things
But for you all the colors fade to black
And oh, Monica, there you are, Monica
On the cross with Jesus and Martin Luther
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