biography

come on baby
write us your life history
and tell us why
you don’t have a reflection anymore

lost in crayola black eyeliner
and spilled prescriptions –
those vicious white m&m’s
swallowed so often during
fits of screaming rage
until you collapse onto the bed
pale lips parted – mumbling

tell us why you can’t breathe at night

singing your song on some
dark and dirty streetcorner
you’re inviting in monsters
and once they’ve arrived
not even we can save you

is this what you wanted?
(you pretty little whore)
come on baby
don’t lie to us

12/5/07