Lying on the floor
There was so much of you to pick up
There were so many pieces to pick up on
On the floor
You were so connected
To the man sleeping under the table
On the other side of the continent
when you lost your content
A stillborn beauty
Is ghosting around in my head
Your busted brains
I would tenderly tuck into bed
Little dishcloth in a tumbling dryer
Little washcloth in a tumbling dryer
Maybe your parents gave you a Lego set in middle school
Maybe the kids in class smashed it to pieces
Maybe they poured glue on your pet tarantulas
Maybe they got stuck to each other and tore themselves apart
I want my girls to save me
Want them to burst in when the dagger's at my neck
I want my love to redeem me, let these killers finally see me
I feel it growing in me at the brink of death
Summon Doraemon
Protector of innocents
If you let them see you naked
You can get a ride home
(Danae receiving Jupiter in a shower of sulphuric acid)
(some young god)
Stole the ending to this book
(tore the canvas into shreds)
And left us gibberish
(bleeding paint)
Ancient Greek letters
(call you saint for a reason)
Just another crossed out character
I'll scatter like birds
