and then there was the light, that took me in.

I picked a hole
and this is allowed.
this I may do,
dream about.

I hope you never find my hole,
because it has such a wicked name.
and although I gave it a fare amount of love,
it still smells like sulfur…and no one can stand it.

crank that light dark room girl,
show me your face, as you do well.
and rarely out of style.

but I do not love you
and you are not invited to my hole.