like gristle on the grapevine
we were taut and taunt
ween and want
hungry
we were taut and taunt
ween and want
hungry
test me
I will best you
a poloroid postcard
a cardboard cut-out
neon dusk
in the autumn sun
won’t you join me
fireball and all
shit and solace
steel mojitos around
we’ll toast the captain
set sail for spain
search for mermaids
survived katrina
but not the anesthesia
perched on the corner of the bed
with the cone of shame on
the last time I saw him
yesterday
you’ve been
holding
your breath
ever since
you died