silk of spring
you fix your web
i learn to play dead
a note for me
left on the bed
pretend it's scrawled red
we've got to make
everything unique
import our problems
from dust-caked cinema screens
you watch me huff
the cheapening thrust
it creates a blush
say i'm so lovely pink stuffed
& when we're in the backroom
our friends have ears to the door
it's a breakdown
with an almost religious core
can't stand the sight of me
makes both our stomachs sore
you said it once to me
this is what it's all for
a moment of clarity
with my head on the floor
you said it once to me
this is what it's all for
i court the ceiling fan
with my head on the floor