and I want a torment I mean torrent but sometimes a few drips will have to do but then there’s silence you’re not ready for the pen has dried the sugar gone
this always wound
the urgeto see giraffes,buy a shining
espressomachine, bespokeshoes
yet
with a mouthstuffed with sugar
demand morefrom
a birdcrushed bythe car you drive away in
sugar in the breeze I dissolve into stars