wave hello in your nightgown and lift yourself up
its redder than the wounds from that kids back
and I could say I won't
but its trust we lack

I could be your lackluster living lint licker
but instead I’ll dance gringo grime
and sex the bathroom stalls in Oregon
fight freedom (fries)
this is the FRENCH REVOLUTION

and I am spent
dismiss me miss
it’s a fucking CHEERATHON

and I’m still tongue died by his
disappearing act
because he’s left me in the dust

HOUDINI is a MEANIE

I am breaking dawn and rescuing your mother from the evils of tobacco
double c that d
and fight the raging demons that involve
kissing kitty and kally

hiding envelopes
I know I don’t make sense
bare with me
and spare
me the dramatics of it all

in my defense I’ve done nothing wrong
except I said the right things
and I will write it all down
and print it out at shop rite
because in this fight
ill remain contrite

(and hungry)

yearning.

[I'm not allowed to let these things go unsaid]